Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers novel Chapter 442

Chapter 442: No Trace Left

(Author’s POV)

"My Demon Queen~ .... where have you been?" Elisa heard a deep, seductive murmur beside her. The person tepidly respirated, his warm breath tickling the crook of her neck. He then laid a tender kiss.

Elisa felt goosebumps rising all over her body. Her body went stiff as a log as she clutched the doorknob. After a few seconds’ pause, she turned around and inquired, her voice as sweet and melting as sugar syrup, as she batted her lashes and faked a smile, "What are you doing here, Lord Aamon?"

"You never contacted me after coming here. I was missing you dearly~ .... my queen. So, I came on my own to surprise you. Did you like it?" Aamon placed his hands on her cheeks as his thumb traced the outline of her lips. His movement was delicate and soft, which made Elisa whimper a little.

Aamon smiled at her reaction, his eyes filled with affection. Because of continuous rejection from the Everests brothers, Elisa was craving such an enticing touch. She was a demon after all, and just like every other demon, her sexual desires were more than those of average beings. She wanted to have sex: raw and wild.

And Lord Aamon, the Marquis of Hell, was her favourite thing to play with. He knew exactly what made her feel ecstatic. He knew her deepest, darkest concupiscence quite well.

Elisa didn’t waste time. She leaned forward desperately and placed her lips on his. The gentle, caressing kiss lasted for an entire minute and a half. They parted ways for a brief moment, then Aamon once again partook of her lips, this time with more urgency. He ravished her lips, like they were some delirious fruits. He tangled his right hand’s fingers in her hair as his left hand snaked around to reach her back. He pulled her closer as they got lost in a passionate canoodling.

With Elisa still locked in his arms, he turned her around and started walking towards the newly made bed. Not for once did either of them break their kiss, changing angles and going at it like wild animals. They were so deep into it.

When they reached the edge of the bed, Aamon pushed Elisa onto the soft mattress. It was a gentle act, but when her hands landed on the soft, cushy surface, a moan, more like a hiss, escaped her now swollen lips. The scalded skin of her hands must have taken a hit. It was painful.

Aamon was so engrossed in his thirst, his lust. His eyes resembled a deep shade of crimson, the color of intense passion, that he couldn’t think of anything else. He has been waiting for this. He placed his right knee on the mattress and inclined his entire body towards Elisa, attempting to take her lips again.

But by this time, Elisa had snapped back to reality. She placed a hand on his chest and mumbled, "Aamon, not here."

"Why not?" he attempted to move closer to her again.

"There are too many ears here. The wolves and the vampires are all here. They will all hear us," she tried to convince him.

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