TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 351

CHAPTER 278 THE WATCHING EYE

CHAPTER 278: THE WATCHING EYE

EMBER’S POV

He just keeps devouring me, messy and generous and so fucking hungry, until the coil in my belly snaps hard and I come with a sharp cry, back arching against the marble, my p***y pulsing around his tongue while he licks me through every shaking wave.

My walls flutter around his tongue as I grind against his mouth, sobbing his name while he holds me steady and licks me through every aftershock.

He rises before my knees can give out, catching me against his chest like I’m something he’ll never risk losing again.

In one smooth motion he lifts me, my wet legs wrapping tight around his waist, and then he’s pushing into me – slow, so he can watch.

The thick head of his c**k stretches my p***y open inch by torturous inch while he holds my gaze, eyes dark and burning with something so much deeper than lust.

He sinks in deep, never looking away, until he’s buried to the hilt and I’m gasping at how completely

he fills me.

He stays there, hips flush to mine, letting me feel every thick inch pulsing inside me as he stares into my eyes like he’s memorising the way I look when he’s inside me.

Then he starts to move.

Slow, Hard. Deliberate.

Each thrust is a long, deep drag – pulling out until only the head remains before sinking back in with one heavy, controlled thrust that knocks the air from my lungs.

He grinds at the bottom, rolling his hips in tight circles so his pelvis drags over my clit, and the whole time he never breaks eye contact. I whimper, and something fierce and devoted flickers

across his face.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, voice low and rough, eyes locked on mine. “Already clenching so tight around me. You’re dripping down my c**k, baby. So fucking needy for me.”

He pulls out slowly again, torturously slow, and sinks back in even deeper, never letting me look

away.

“I love you… but I’m not giving you what you want yet. Not until you’re shaking and begging for it. I need to see it in your eyes when you break for me.”

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I try to move my hips, desperate for more, but his grip on my thighs tightens. He chuckles darkl that mischievous, hungry sound, but his eyes stay soft and intense at the same time.

“Uh-uh. Be good,” he whispers, voice thick with obsession. “I’ve got you right where I want you. I need to feel every flutter, every squeeze. I need to watch you lose your mind on my c**k before fuck you

the way we both need.” He punctuates it with another slow, brutal thrust that grinds right against that spot inside me. “You’re mine. Say it while you look at me.”

“I’m yours,” I breathe, voice shaking as I hold his gaze.

“Louder.” Another deep, punishing grind. His eyes never leave mine. “Who does this p***y belong to?”

“You,” I moan, fingers digging into his shoulders. “It’s yours.”

“That’s my good girl.” He rewards me with three slow, devastating thrusts, each one hitting so deep I see stars, and he watches every second of it – the way my eyes flutter, the way my lips part

Then he stills again, buried inside me, throbbing.

“I love you,” he says, quieter now, but the emotion in his voice is almost overwhelming. “I love you so fucking much. I don’t ever want to lose you. Never again. You’re mine. We made it. And I’m going to remind this pretty cunt exactly who it belongs to while I look at you.”

He starts moving again – still slow, but harder now, each thrust deliberate and filthy.

He keeps me pinned, hips rolling in those maddening circles every time he bottoms out, dragging over my clit until I’m sobbing and trying to rock against him.

He won’t let me. He controls every second of it, drawing it out, teasing me with shallow rolls of his hips before slamming back in deep, all while holding my gaze like he’s daring me to look away.

Only when I’m shaking so hard I can barely breathe, eyes glassy and desperate, does his control finally crack.

A low growl rumbles from his chest, and he starts fucking me for real – hard, deep, possessive thrusts that make the wet sounds echo off the marble. But even then, he keeps his eyes on mine.

“That’s it… Take it. Take every fucking inch. I love you-fuck, I love you. You’re mine. Never letting you go again. Look at me while you come.”

I come with a broken cry, walls clamping down around him so hard it rips a groan from his chest, and he watches every second of my orgasm with fierce, devoted hunger.

He follows right after, burying himself as deep as he can go and spilling hot inside me while he keeps staring into my eyes.

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“I love you… I love you… You’re mine. We made it. You’re finally mine.

He stays buried inside me for a long moment, both of us shaking, forehead pressed to mine as the water pours over us.

His hands stroke my thighs, my waist, soothing even as he twitches inside me. His eyes are softer now, but no less intense – full of relief, love, and something almost reverent.

Only when our breathing slows does he carefully lower my feet to the floor, still holding me close.

With those same big, careful hands, he reaches for the soap and finishes washing my hair – slow, tender fingers massaging my scalp while he presses soft kisses to my temple and whispers “I love you” again and again, eyes finding mine every few seconds like he needs the visual confirmation

that I’m still here.

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