The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 153

QUINN

Sweat dripped down my back, tracing every tense muscle, my entire body trembling with pleasure.

A deep growl escaped my throat.

My hips seemed to have a will of their own, thrusting upward into that hot mouth sucking and licking me, her tongue swirling around the tip of my cock and swallowing all the pre-cum that kept leaking from my slit without end.

Her large, sensual breasts enveloped the base of my shaft and my balls, as she pressed them together with her hands, giving me an extra massage that was driving me to the edge of bliss.

"Gabrielle," I moaned in a primal voice, losing control, my lycan side taking over.

I wanted more, I craved more...

My thoughts were consumed by dark, lustful desires.

I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up, laying her on top of me on the bed. I needed to taste her too.

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GABRIELLE

I found myself being controlled and dominated; this man did whatever he wanted with my body, and I could only let him—I wanted to let him.

In bed, I had always been the dominant one, but I have to admit that this experience of depending on him, of letting him play with my senses, was driving me insane.

"Much better," he murmured with that voice that had me on the brink of orgasm, his animal instincts speaking through him.

He had placed me over his body, and from our position, I knew I would be getting my share of delicious licks too.

His intense, musky masculine scent guided me back to his hard cock.

My hand caressed his toned abdomen, my nails tracing the swollen veins of my mate’s masculinity.

Goddess, how could something so perfect and delicious taste like apples and honey?

I gripped him at the base, holding him up for me, and began running my tongue around the mushroom-shaped tip, savoring the strong, viscous essence of Quinn, intoxicated by his taste.

I opened my lips and sucked him in, moaning with pleasure, taking him in as deep as I could, breathing heavily through my nose, again and again, giving him pleasure, my fangs grazing him dangerously.

My hand slid down to my belly—I was so aroused; I could feel the juices dripping from my pussy, but I needed more, I wanted more.