TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 427

CHAPTER 352 I LIKED IT

CHAPTER 352: I LIKED IT

EMBER’S POV

“You were so fucking smug chaining me up… and now you’re just a shaking, dripping mess. Couldn’t even last ten minutes once I got my hands on you.”

He bites the back of my shoulder, then flips me onto my back again. This time he hooks both of my legs over his arms and folds me in half, nearly bending me in two as he slams back into me. The angle is brutal.

He’s so deep I can feel him in my stomach.

“Mine,” he growls, staring down at me with pure possession. “This tight little cunt is mine. You are mine. And I’m going to fuck every smart little plan you had tonight right out of your head.”

He does.

He fucks me until I’m crying from how good it feels.

He makes me ride him while he sits up against the headboard, one hand on my throat and the other gripping my hip, biting and sucking marks into my skin while I bounce on his c**k.

Every time my movements get sloppy he growls and thrusts up hard, forcing me to take him deeper.

“You wanted to edge me all night? Look at you now – can’t even keep a rhythm because your legs won’t stop shaking.”

He flips me onto my hands and knees again and takes me from behind, one hand fisted in my hair, the other smacking my ass before sliding between my legs to rub my clit.

He doesn’t let me rest. Every time I start to come down from an orgasm, he pushes me right back

up again.

By the time he finally lets himself come – buried deep inside me with my name growled against my throat – I’m completely gone. Boneless. Marked. Crying from overstimulation and pleasure.

And even then, he’s not done with me.

He pulls out slowly, flips me onto my back again, and starts kissing every mark he left on my skin. His touch is still rough, but there’s something almost reverent under it now. He makes me come one more time with his fingers and tongue before sliding back inside me and fucking me deep and steady until we’re both shaking.

CHAPTER 352 I LIKED IT

Eventually, the frenzy burns down into something slower, deeper.

Then his voice, low and rough and impossibly tender:

“You,” he says, pressing his mouth to the top of my head, “are a menace.”

I smile against his skin, too fucked–out to even open my eyes.

“You’ve mentioned.”

“A genuine menace. A danger to the crown.” His hand strokes down my spine, slow, and I feel laughter rumble through his chest. “Chained me to my own bed. Got me high off aphrodisiacs Researched the cuffs.” A pause. “I’ve never been so thoroughly beaten in my life. Including ac

battles.”

“Scales are balanced now,” I mumble into his chest, smug and half–asleep. “Elder Catherine wi

so proud.”

“I’m never telling Elder Catherine about this.”

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