TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 64

CHAPTER 39: ADDICTED TO YOU-2

“Can’t,” I gasp. “–It’s too much.”

“Try again, baby.” His tongue flicks my oversensitive clit. “You fucking can.”

He’s relentless, working me through the aftershocks, building me back up when I thought I had nothing

left.

His fingers pump steadily, his mouth worships my clit, and impossibly, I feel it building again.

Only when I’m a sobbing, wrecked mess, right on the edge again, does he surge up. His c**k slams back into me in one brutal stroke.

“Again,” he snarls, hips pounding so hard the platform creaks beneath us. “Give me another one. I’m addicted to this cunt, Ember. Addicted to how you squeeze me, how you flood my c**k, how you scream my name. This is my fucking drug.”

One hand grips my hip hard enough to bruise. The other slides between us, thumb finding my clit-slick and swollen and so sensitive I almost can’t stand it.

He rubs brutal, perfect circles.

“Come on my c**k,” he commands. “Let me feel it.”

I shatter again, harder this time, squirting around his c***, soaking his abs, his thighs, everything beneath us. The intensity is blinding, my entire body convulsing with it.

He roars, slams in deep, and comes with me, flooding me so full I feel it leak out around him with every pulse of his c**k.

“Fuck, Ember,” he groans, grinding deep, making sure I take every drop. “Take it all. Every fucking drop.”

We collapse together, panting, trembling, soaked, wrecked. The aurora still rages above us, painting our

skin in impossible colors.

He stays buried inside me, arms wrapped around me tight, his lips pressed against my temple.

His thumb traces lazy circles on my hip, gentling me through the aftershocks.

“You’re incredible,” he murmurs into my hair. “Absolutely fucking incredible.”

After, we lie tangled on the viewing platform, sweaty and sticky and completely satisfied.

My head rests on his chest. His arm wraps around my waist. The Northern Lights continue their eternal

dance above us.

His heartbeat is steady under my ear. Grounding me in the present moment.

“Tell me about your mother,” he says quietly. “Nathaniel says there was a conflict”

I tense. Then I tell him everything.

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