From Rejected Luna To Lycan Queen (Eloise and Edward) novel Chapter 77

Chapter 77 His Fantasy

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I extract my hand from under hers and drag it up over her bodice to her breast. My fingers dip into her cleavage, and she pushes her ass back against me.

“Yes?” I murmur, my lips humming against her neck.

“Yes.” Her voice is breathy.

My cock strains harder against her ass with these pain–in–the–neck layers of fabric between us.

I don’t need to be told twice. I slide my hand further under her neckline and encounter soft flesh beneath her dress, and the fucking bra she had on. Dear fucking lord, she feels incredible. I palm her breast as best I can from this angle, and my hand hits the already- stiff bud of her nipple.

I roll it beneath my finger pad, and it hardens further.

Fuuutk. I really want to see her naked breasts.

“Oh my God,” Eloise moans, and my resolve weakens right as my cock stiffens. This woman wants me. This exquisite, mesmerising woman is turned on right now, and I’m going to give her everything she needs.

I withdraw my hand, and she makes a little whimper of disappointment, but I’m already dropping her on the leather seat and getting on my knees in front of her. Thankfully, the driver was driving smoothly, so there weren’t any problems. The prize I want more than anything else is hidden inside the maxi skirts. The skirts always drive me crazy, and the way they outline her shape makes me insane.

I lift her hem with one hand and use my other to find her ankle. It hits smooth, bare skin and glides upwards as I marvel at the feel of her legs beneath my palm. Legs I imagined wrapped around my waist just last week when she wasn’t in my bed with me, when she was avoiding me.

I get to my feet, bunching up her skirt in one hand as my other continues to trace higher. The skin of her inner thigh is so satiny it could make a man weep, and I’m right there. My fingers stroke the very top of her thigh as I try to step in comfortably, wedging the fabric of her skirt between us. My face nestles into the delicious spot where her neck meets her shoulder, and I press a kiss to the

skin there.

“Do you want my fingers?“I ask her, my voice rough with need.

She cranes her head, her breath hitting my face. “Yes. God, yes.”

1 exhale with relief. “Right answer, ma. Hands on the seat.”

I pulled her lower body forward so she could brace herself and use my hand to nudge her legs wider apart. My lips skate up her neck, nuzzling and licking and nipping as they go, and my hand takes its final step upwards to between her gorgeous thighs.

I wish so much that I had her naked and sprawled out on my bed, or anywhere, for that matter, but it’s incredibly erotic to have to work for it, too, burrowing under bras and beneath her skirt to her most heavenly parts, hidden away just for me to find.

And then–Goddess. My desperate fingertips hit a scrap of fabric so narrow it must be a thong, and it’s fucking soaking.

I’ve done this and got her wet without even touching her here. It blows my mind that she may want me even a fraction as much as !

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want her.

That she may have thought about me doing this to her before.

“Goddess fuck,” I groan into her neck as I coast my fingers over the fabric.

“Oh my God,” she whispers, jolting against me.

There is nothing my fingers want as much as to disappear into her tight, wet heat, but I need to hold us both off, or this will be over far too quickly. Instead, I follow the line of the fabric backwards as it tapers and disappears between her cheeks, and holy fuck.

I was right.

She’s wearing a goddamned thong. A fucking thong.

I caress the smooth, bare curve of her backside. The big backside that’s obsessed me for months.

It’s fucking perfect.

There is no way I’m not taking a look.

I release her neck from my mouth with a kiss and, holding up her skirt with an outstretched hand, step back to admire her.

She turns her head. “What are you doing?”

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