TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 20

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CHAPTER 15: HE HATES CHRISTMAS–1

EMBER’S POV

I want to say something smartass, but all I manage is a wet, ruined laugh.

“Think I broke myself.”

He nuzzles my temple, hands never leaving my body. “You were incredible.”

“Pretty sure I passed out.”

“You did. It was hot.”

I curl into him, still trembling, the taste of salt on my lips. He holds me close, lets me get my bearings before moving.

There’s no rush, no pressure. All there is is the heavy, warm safety of his arms and the low rumble of his heartbeat.

When I finally find my voice, it’s small. “Thank you.”

He doesn’t say anything at first. Just strokes my cheek, brushes a sweaty strand of hair from my forehead.

“You never have to thank me for making you feel good, Ember.” He says it like it’s the easiest thing in the world, but his eyes are too serious for the words. “I want you to feel good. Every time. No one ever taught you that, did they?”

I shake my head, embarrassed.

He kisses me, softer than I expect. “You’re going to learn.”

We lie there until my body stops shaking. At some point he gets up, brings back a glass of water and makes me drink half of it.

Then he scoops me up and carries me to the bathroom, setting me on the closed toilet while he runs the shower.

I watch him through the steam. The tattoos on his arms look darker wet, water dripping off his abs. Fucking hell, the man is every woman’s dirty fantasy. He catches me staring and grins, unrepentant.

“Like what you see?”

“Shut up,” I mutter, but I can’t look away.

He pulls me under the spray, washes me gently with big, careful hands. It should be awkward,

CHAPTER 15. HE HATES CHRISTMAS–1

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but it’s not. He does it like he’s done it a million times, like it’s as normal as breathing.

When he kneels to shampoo my hair, I feel something in my chest twist painfully. He lathers me slow, massaging my scalp, and all the tension from the day–Gale, the press conference, the panic–fades into nothing.

I think he’s going to fuck me again. Instead, he drops to his knees and eats me out right there, fingers inside me, tongue relentless until I come all over his face.

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