I became the Purchased Wife Of The Lycan Prince

Chapter 4

Chapter 4 Leaning down, Logan kissed the top of her bare shoulder, making Hope’s eyes turn wider.

Hope had intended to resist his advances, yet she found herself in an unexpected state. The sensation of Logan’s lips on her neck and shoulders had an astounding effect on her, causing her mind to cease its usual function. It was an entirely novel experience for her, the knots in her stomach tightening as his lips continued their tantalizing trail.

For Logan, this level of attraction was unparalleled, surpassing any encounters he had in the past. Not even his previous liaisons elicited such a response.

He recognized it as a primal urge, devoid of affection or fondness, but rather an intense desire. His one hand slid to the small of her back while the other gently cradled her neck.

As he drew closer to her face, the darkness in his eyes dissipated, replaced by the captivating gaze reflected in Hope’s eyes.

Logan’s thumb delicately traced the curves of Hope’s plump, rosy lips, igniting a rapid thumping of her heart against her chest, intensifying her breaths. As his thumb departed, replaced by the chill of his own lips, she shivered, realizing it was her inaugural kiss with the man who was now her husband.

Despite having a mate, intimacy had never been a part of Hope’s relationship. She had yearned for such emotions, and unexpectedly, they manifested in this peculiar moment. Lost in contemplation, she failed to respond to Logan’s kiss, her lips motionless against his.

“Kiss me,” Logan demanded, his voice a low growl against her lips, prompting her to gaze at him with wide eyes. “H-how?” Hope’s trembling lips formed the question. “The way | am doing it,” Logan whispered, grazing and gently nibbling her lower lip this time.

Attempting to follow his lead, Hope cautiously imitated his actions, uncertain if her response was fitting. In an unexpected move, her feet lifted from the ground, and

Logan effortlessly cradled her in his arms, their lips locked in a fervent embrace.

Overwhelmed by the intensity of his kisses, she found herself unable to match his ardor, succumbing to the intoxication of the moment.

Gently settling her onto the luxurious expanse of the king-sized bed, Logan persisted Chapter 4 with his explorations, his lips lingering on hers. Eager to delve deeper, he lightly nipped at her lower lip.

“Ah-mm,” a startled cry escaped Hope’s lips, quickly followed by a soft moan, her own surprise evident in the sound that had escaped her.

Her lips parted involuntarily, granting Logan deeper access to her mouth. His hand. ventured beneath her nightdress, tracing a tantalizing path along her thigh, his fingers drawing mesmerizing circles in their wake.

The delicate touch of his tongue against hers, the graceful dance of their mutual exploration, sent sparks coursing through her. Astonished by her body’s response to Logan, Hope’s hands traced a gradual path upward along his arms, finally settling on his shoulders, finding solace in their embrace.

Another moan escaped her as Logan playfully nibbled her tongue before slowly withdrawing, leaving her gasping for breath, a lingering sensation of longing in the wake of his departure.

As the thin straps of her dress were pulled down, Hope found herself vulnerable under Logan’s intense gaze, questioning why she couldn’t halt his advance. Sensing exposure beneath his hungry eyes, she attempted to speak, but his lips silenced her with a cascade of kisses along her neck.

Logan grappled with a peculiar sensation. The melodic moans escaping her lips resonated like an enchanting symphony to his ears.

His desire to explore every inch of her body surged, a craving for pleasure igniting within him as he yearned for her in ways beyond comprehension. His primal instincts. seemed to override any sense of contrdl, his wolf—like urges emerging uncontrollably in the presence of the woman beneath him.

The touch of her cold fingers tracing his skin left a scorching trail, intensifying his yearning to possess her in the most profound sense.

“Say my name,” Logan demanded suddenly, breaking away from kissing her neck.

“What?” Hope was taken aback by his abrupt request.

“Say it,” Logan insisted, his gaze fixed on her lips.

“Logan,” Hope uttered, unsure of the purpose behind his demand.

“Again,” he urged.

“Logan,” she repeated, meeting his gaze.

Without warning, his lips seized hers once more, devoid of any tenderness. His hunger

for her seemed insatiable, kissing her as if she were his final meal.

With a sensual touch, his left hand glided over the satin fabric of her nightdress, tracing the curve of her breast, eliciting a soft moan that escaped against their locked lips.

Breaking away from her lips, Logan embarked on a fervent journey, trailing kisses down her jawline, descending to her neck, and finally to the hollow between her breasts.

In the wake of Logan’s passionate kisses, Hope found herself immersed in a realm. where past sorrows dissolved into insignificance.

Waves of sensations she had never fathomed surged through her entire being, setting. her ablaze. Her back arched involuntarily and her body responded with fervor, a symphony of sensations causing her to writhe in pleasure.

Logan flipped Hope on her back, pulling off her dress. However, Hope did not feel good about it. She did not want him to see the scars, which she had been hiding for

years.

“| will kill them for treating my possession this way,” Logan muttered. She tilted her head when Logan kissed her cheek, his hand rested on her back and he whispered, “Tell me if you want them to die.”

“Y—-yes,” Hope involuntarily said and her words died in her mouth as he bit her earlobe. He pushed away her hair from her neck and kissed the sweet spot right below her neck.

“Lo-Logan,” Hope called out his name when he nipped that sweet spot and licked it. She closed her eyes again, feeling his body pressing against hers. She had completely surrendered to the Lycan Prince’s mercy, who made her forget the excruciating pain. she underwent

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