Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 335

Chapter 335: And There He Fucking Was

The hand on her neck slid lower. Down her spine. Over the curve of her lower back. His fingers fanned wide, spanning her, and pressed until the gap between their bodies closed with a contact so complete she could feel his pulse in three places at once.

Then he moved beneath her. Once. The kind of slow, grinding roll that communicated a full thesis in one motion and the thesis was not about bath salts.

"Maddox." His name came out like a warning and a prayer stitched together by a woman who was losing the argument with her own composure.

"Right here." The answer landed on her pulse point. Then his teeth scraped the skin there and the sound that left her throat had no business existing in a bathing chamber at this hour.

His hands moved from her jaw to her hips. The runes flared brighter where his skin met hers. The green water turned gold at the contact points and the bathwater was losing its identity crisis one glow at a time.

She could feel everything through their matebond. His hunger. His exhaustion. Relief so sharp it had edges. The combination was devastating and she understood, without being told, that this man had been carrying both for longer than she could account for.

His hands pulled her closer. The water protested with a soft slap against the tub edge. She could feel him beneath her. Hard. Thick. Pressed against her stomach through the water with zero ambiguity about what his body wanted and the patience to wait for the rest of her to catch up.

She kissed him.

The decision to kiss him came from somewhere her memories couldn’t reach but her body could. Her mouth knew his. Her lips knew the pressure. Her hands knew where to land on his jaw without being guided there. The muscle memory of loving this man was intact even though the love itself was locked behind a door she couldn’t open, and kissing him felt like knocking on it from the wrong side.

His entire body went still. One heartbeat of absolute frozen stillness, the stillness of a man receiving something he had been wanting. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

She felt his reaction through the matebond. It was the kind of shock that comes from receiving something you had convinced yourself you would never get. The weight of what that meant to a man whose wife couldn’t remember him landed in her chest through their connection and the grief inside it almost made her pull away.

Her fingers found the back of his neck like they had been reaching for it in the dark for days and had finally landed.

Then he broke.

His hands locked on her hips and yanked her down, knocking the wind from her lungs. She winced, every muscle locking, the burn much worse than she was anticipating.

She was sore. As in very sore. And he was thrusting again, forcing another inch, then another, slamming her onto him in short, claiming drops until she took all of him.

"Fuck you feel so good."

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