TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 330

TER 250-STARVING AND DEVOURING

CHAPTER 258: STARVING AND DEVOURING

EMBER’S POV

+25

His hand stays between my legs, but his head disappears under the surface, and his mouth finds me, I lips sealing over my clit, his tongue replacing his thumb, and the world STOPS.

The warm water changes everything.

The pressure of his tongue is amplified, softened, made slippery and relentless in a way that air doesn allow – like the entire hot spring is conspiring with him to ruin me completely.

He’s breathing through his nose, steady and controlled, while his mouth seals over my swollen clit like claiming it as his personal feast, sucking it hard into the wet heat of his mouth with greedy, hungry pull: that make my hips buck wildly against his face.

–

–

His tongue — fuck, that tongue — is everywhere at once: first flat and broad, dragging slow, filthy laps fr my dripping entrance all the way up to my throbbing clit, lapping up every gush of my creamy slick like h can’t get enough of the taste of me.

Then it flicks fast and sharp, teasing the sensitive underside of my clit with quick, precise little strokes that send electric shocks straight to my core, before he swirls it in tight, relentless circles, pressing deep and hard like he’s trying to fuck me with it.

He’s starving for it. Devouring me like a man who’s been denied this p***y for years instead of days, his li sealed tight around my clit while his tongue works it over with obscene, wet sounds that carry through th water – sucking, licking, flicking, plunging.

Three thick fingers are still buried deep inside my cunt, pumping in and out in perfect sync with every hungry stroke of his tongue, curling ruthlessly against that spongy spot that makes my vision spark white. He strokes it over and over, pressing, rubbing, massaging until my p***y is clenching and fluttering around his knuckles like a vice, gushing fresh, hot cream straight into his mouth in messy, uncontrollable waves

I can feel it dripping down his wrist even underwater, thick and slippery, mixing with the nineral heat as he drinks me down like he’s addicted, like my taste, is the only thing keeping him sive.

“Forty-forty-oh fuck-thirty-”

I’ve lost ten numbers.

He’s been under for maybe eight seconds, and an entire segment of the countdown completely vanishes from my brain. His tongue is flat and wide, pressing exactly where I need it while his fingers curi deep inside me.

The coordinated rhythm-outside and inside, pressure and penetration-is brutally precise

I am furiously certain this man studied my body with the exact same intensity he brings to military

strategy, executing an assault that leaves me zero avenue of defense

<CHAPTER 258 STARVING AND DEVOURING

Every deep suck on my clit drags me closer to the edge.

+25 F

My thighs tremble wildly around his head as my core throbs, completely ruined and dripping hot and s all over his mouth.

He surfaces. Breathes. Water streaming down his face, hair piastered to his forehead. The grin.

“Where were we?”

“I hate you. Please, don’t stop.”

“Thirty-something. I’ll accept that.” He disappears under the surface again.

His tongue traces a slow, deliberate circle around my clit, then flicks directly across the centre, and my hips jerk so violently that water splashes over the rocks.

He holds my thighs apart with his good hand, fingers still buried inside me, and his tongue works me wi the devastating patience of a man who knows exactly how close I am and intends to keep me at the ed until the countdown gives him permission to push me over, licking and sucking my swollen clit until my p***y is spasming and leaking all over his face in messy, dripping streams.

I am making sounds that aren’t words. My moans are bouncing off the rocks and the trees and the froze night air, and if anyone is within a mile of this place, they are receiving an education they did not sign up for.

He surfaces again. Breathes.

His eyes are gold now – fully gold, the blue drowned by the wolf behind them, and the hunger on his face is not entirely human.

It’s older, rawer, and it makes something deep in my belly answer with a pulse of heat that I feel in my toe and my fingertips and the roots of my hair.

“Twenty-something,” he says, and his voice has changed – rougher, deeper, the voice that comes out when Phantom is close to the surface, and Knox is losing the fight between the king and the animal You’ve got maybe fifteen seconds, love. Less if I stop being generous.”

“You call THIS generous?”

“This is me at half capacity with one working hand.” He pulls me to the edge of the pool and sits me on the flat rock ledge so I’m half out of the water – my lower body still submerged, still his territory, while my upper body is exposed to the freezing night air.

My n*****s harden so fast they ache, and every inch of wet skin prickles with the cold while his mouth sti warm from the water, finds me again below the surface.

“Imagine what I’ll do to you when I’m healed.”

The temperature contrast is VIOLENCE Hot below, freezing above, his mouth warm and insistent between my legs while the night air bites my breasts and my stomach and the steam rises from the waterline like

CHAPTER 258 STARVING AND DEVOURING

my body is generating its own weather.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify