Lycan King’s Nemesis

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At first, I was dumbstruck by the knowledge that Ashton kissed me. He hasn’t done that before. This evening it looked as if something had taken possession of his body and was making him do questionable things.

Albeit, my nerves cascaded skittishly in different directions, my stomach knotting tightly at the euphoric sensation of feeling him on me.

His left hand held the back of my neck in place, his fingers digging severely into my skin. It was painful but combined with the heady sensation spiralling through my body, made it bearable.

In a flash, I was plucked off the wardrobe and hurled across the room towards the chaise lounge where he pushed me and I fell backwards until my ass touched the soft leather, my hands going to the two sides for support.

I tipped my head up to peer directly into his eyes as tiny gusts of ragged air elicited from my mouth. Up and down, the staccato beat of my chest thundered. Softly.

At first, he was standing in front of me, watching me through the hood of his black-winged lashes. Calculating, like a panther observing its prey before making a kill.

Then his hands went to his towel and flung it off. It was as good as gone, anyways. I breathed out jaggedly as I was confronted with the best imagery ever: His extra-large cock.

He stepped back to give me a better view of him-the oaf was prideful.

I was still sitting there, tilted halfway back taking him in.

His body was chiseled like a perfect saber beaten to perfection by the best bricklayer. “Beautiful,” I found myself saying, losing control of my tongue.

“Say it again,” He commanded hoarsely, raising his arm like a superhero, to show me his powerful biceps as they flexed hard.

“You are beautiful,” I replied shamelessly because only a proud person would withhold that. As I have come to learn, with this man, I lack shame.

“Look at me.”

This voice was the softest I have heard since I met Ashton. Still, I wasn’t willing to look away from the bewitching vision in front of me to pay heed to that order. I wanted to be drown in this privilege which he was giving me for the first time because I never can I what the next moment might bring for me.

With Ashton, one can never tell.

“I said look at me.” It was still gentle, however, there was an edge to it now.

Like a spell was cast on me, gradually I lifted my hunger-ladden eyes to meet him. He was wagging a finger at me, drawing me to him.

I stood and began making my way to him. A step after the other until I was standing before him, looking very small.

He touched my hair and tugged and at once my bound hair left its bondage to flow down my back in waves. He brushed his fingers through them to my scalp and the act itself was heavenly and caused me to purr like a cat into his hand.

Goddess, am I dreaming? Ashton has never been this gentle with me. With him, it has always been forceful, taking and brutal. And despite enjoying every bit of it, most times I can’t help but wish to glimpse this side of him.

“You are so beautiful too,” he whispered in my ear, his fingers still massaging my scalp. Without meaning to, I leaned into him, feeling his powerful muscles against my softness, and relishing in the soothing warmth emanating from him.

This was what they called bonding. Two souls joined as one. We didn’t need to speak again, but somehow, with the harmonious beat of our hearts, I knew we spoke the same language.

Could it be that Ashton has changed his mind towards me?

I hate suspense. Because even now in his arms, savoring the moment, my mind was still in chaos, wondering if this was it for us.

“Ashton?” I couldnt wait to ask.

“Don’t say a word,” his vocal cords vibrated in my breast, his hands skidding down to scoop my ass cheeks and pulled me deeper into him to leave no room for even a breath. “Just stay quiet and listen.”

And I did.

We remained like that for a long time, twirling slowly to unknown music with his arms wrapped about me that I wasn’t aware of time flying past. By now, Ashton’s manhood has swollen up to its full length as it was hard and poking into my stomach.

It made me more horny, increasing my pulse, desiring nothing more than having him inside me, even if as brutal as he liked it.

“Ashton…” I tried again, unable to hold myself as my legs started quivering.

He pulled away, and took my two cheeks in his palms to tilt my head up. The encroaching darkness made his eyes ominous as they twinkled in the dim light. “You have a problem with listening, little wolf.”

My eyes blinked rapidly from the intensity of his stare and as I made to look down he uttered…

“Don’t!” And then, perhaps, it was in my head or maybe not, the next minute, his soft lips found mine and stayed still, suckling.

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I didn’t want him to stop so my hands went up to grab his neck and deepened the kiss.

I commenced pushing him backwards until his back was flat against the wall by the window and I was kissing him as if I wanted to eat him.

“Fuck!” I heard him swear, grasped my arms and hurled me away to replace me against the wall where he joined me to further ravish my lips to stupor. “You taste so good, little wolf,” he was saying.

That wasn’t enough for me, so, I hopped on him, wrapping my legs around his lean waist to grind on his cock that was standing so tall as if it wanted to make an entrance. An entrance I would willingly grant.

“Please,” I tore my lips away enough to say. And grinded harder than before. “Just a litt…”

“Shhhh….” His fingers travelled between my legs to stroke me there, thereafter he shoved my thongs apart and inserted a finger inside me and holding me against that wall began thrusting steadily into me.

I was trembling, pushing into him repeatedly and insatiably our kiss boosted and his thrust sent me overboard. As I lost touch with reality and shook there against him, squirting hot fluids against his hand, I couldn’t hold back from holding his neck tightly and the next thing, I made a statement that once more destroyed this beacon of hope I had.

“I love you, Ashton. You are everything I want and more.”

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