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A dark smattering of hair between the pecs of his chest makes me think about how it would feel against my breasts. Lowering my gaze to his stomach, I take in the dips of his abs, as well as the angled muscles that dip into the waistband of his dark slacks.
A trail of black hair sneaks down, trailing under the material toward his thickening erection. When my gaze snaps back to Lycan’s, I find him smirking down at me.
“Enjoying the view, little red?” A dark brow arches in question, his challenge clear. He knows what he does to me. Confidence oozes from him like a cologne, and it engulfs me, holding me hostage in the masculine scent of him.
“Perhaps,” I tease, my hands moving to my dress as I tug the hem up my legs to my thighs. I don’t falter my movements or my stare on the man before me. By the time my panties are in view, the darkness in his eyes has turned molten with lust.
“Open your legs wide,” he orders. Deft fingers toy with his belt, the thick leather whooshing through the loops of material, and a shiver trickles down my spine, ice and fire, burning me but leaving me cold, needy for him.
Obeying Lycan, I offer myself to him like a sacrifice, and the man before me, tall and foreboding, falls to his knees between my thighs. His large hands spreading me, opening my core to his heated stare.
He doesn’t say anything for a long while, his thumbs slowly circling my smooth skin, sending goose bumps skittering in the wake of his touch. I watch in awe as he leans in, running his nose along the material of my panties as he inhales my scent. Even I can smell my arousal. Nobody has ever done this to me, taken me in like I was a fragrance to be savored.
His mouth presses down on me, my mound lifting against him as my needy whimper expels from my lips. “Please, Lycan,” I plead, and I’m once again not sure of what I want from him. I’m unsure of what I need, but the man worshipping me like a deity knows. His thumb tugs at my panties, and I’m finally bared to his watchful stare.
Eyes burn with lust as he looks at my neatly trimmed pussy, and his mouth crashes down on me before his tongue laps at my folds. The sensation has my hips undulating against his ministrations as he teases and taunts with his lips. He fucks into me with his tongue, opening my body to him.
I try to move, to shift, but I can’t. His hold on me keeps me steady. The mattress beneath me is soft, the material silky against my fevered skin. Lycan’s gaze locks on mine, and the view of this strong, powerful man eating me like I am his final meal sends my mind to the abyss of pleasure as my head falls back and I cry out. My legs tremble on either side of his face as his stubble tickles my inner thighs.
“Look at me, little red,” Lycan commands from his kneeling position, causing me to snap my gaze to his. “Good girl.” Two words send pride through me, and I can’t stop smiling down at him. “Are you ready to take my cock in this pretty little cunt?”
“Yes, please?” Another plea. Another poignant admission of just how much I do want him. “Please, Lycan.”
“Good,” he praises before rising to his feet. With his mouth wet from my arousal, he grips my hair, tugging me forward until my lips are on his. The taste of my pleasure coats my tongue as I dance it along his lower lip.
With a quick kiss, he releases me, and I watch as his slacks are shoved to the floor along with his boxer briefs. His cock, thick and angry, juts out toward me. A gasp tumbles from my mouth when he fists himself in one hand, causing the tip to weep with pleasure.
“Taste it,” Lycan whispers, and I obey easily. No is fight left inside me because all I crave is him. My lips wrap around his shaft, the saltiness of his cum mingled with the taste of me has my body aching to be owned.
“Please fuck me,” I beg shamelessly because there is no longer any room for being shy or playing innocent. Because around Lycan, I’m not. I’m his, and I want him to know that. The thought of running from him before our wedding has left my mind, and now all I can think of is him inside me.
He doesn’t need me to ask him twice. Seconds later, he’s hovering over me, my legs spread around his waist, and the wetness of his tip nudges my entrance. His gaze holds mine, waiting for the moment I’m filled, and I don’t wait long.
