Lycannar


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    Kissing her didn’t just turn into passion; it turned into worship. She had told me she wanted to be fucked, but I knew better.


    Deep down she wanted me to make love to her, to remind her, to make her believe she was making the right choice.


    She was never truly mad at me. She understood me. And that brought relief, gratitude, ache in my chest for her, and made me love her even more.


    I took her pale nipple into my mouth, sucking with a hunger that was more than lust, more than need.


    It was a im, a prayer, a confession. The heat between us pulsed like a living thing.


    It couldn’t be ignored. What we felt, what we had. It was raw, it was ours, and we both cherished it even when we hated ourselves for it.


    “Lycan…” she moaned, soft and breaking, as Iid her down, letting her head sink into the pillow like she was something sacred.


    Staring at her sex, gods, I realized how much I had missed her, the taste of her, the smell of her skin, the sound of her breath.


    I didn’t know how deep it went until my tongue brushed her clit earlier and she trembled under me.


    I lowered my tongue again, slower this time, savoring her, tasting her like she was the first andst water in a desert.


    She jerked in pure ecstasy, and I held her thighs, palms caressing her, coaxing her deeper into the wetness she tried to hold back.


    Her fingers dug into my shoulders, her moans caught between restraint and surrender. I kissed my way up to her lips, holding her eyes for a heartbeat before turning her onto her stomach.


    Her skin… gods, her skin. I kissed down her back, each kiss a burn, each kiss a mark of worship. She trembled under my mouth.


    I reached her buttocks, squeezing softly, worshiping her curves with my hands, with my eyes.


    Then I licked lower, trailing my tongue to her most hidden ce. She moaned, a soft, desperate sound, and I grew gentler, easing a finger inside to prepare her carefully.


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    Her sigh was shaky, and I slowed, almost reverent. I slicked myself with spit, not wanting to hurt her, wanting to honor her even as my restraint trembled.


    I stroked myself, making sure I was slick, then pressed carefully into her. Her gasp ripped the air between us. I paused, letting her adjust to my size, my length since it had been days we made love.


    I moved softly at first, careful, letting her body take me, until she moaned louder, until her hips moved to meet mine. Then I thrust deeper, urgency climbing, her voice rising like a cry when I pause to lean forward.


    “Love, be quiet…” I whispered against her ear. “I don’t want to share that sound with anyone else.”


    She obeyed for a heartbeat, then rebelled, moving with me harder, louder.


    I eased out to shift, but she straddled me, fierce eyes, fierce voice that says.


    “Then don’t stop. Fuck me harder so I can moan louder for the whole world to know I’m yours.”


    Her words cut me open. Challenge epted.


    I let her sink down on me, my groan low and rough as she bounced, hair falling like a curtain. I spread her thighs wider, brushing her clit as we both neared the edge.


    Sudden lust. Reason blurred. She drove me deeper and I sat up, circling my arms around her as she leaned back on me, our hips mming together. Her moans filled the room, my groans wrapped around them.


    We lost ourselves in each other. The bed shook under us. I turned her toy down, pinning her


    control gone. wrists above her head, my


    I drove into her again and again, deeper than before, until it came. The tremor, the quiver, the climax that shattered me.


    Panting, sweat dripping, I kissed her as I filled her, marking her from the inside.


    Atst, I rolled to my side, looking at her. She avoided my eyes but I took her chin, forced her to look at me.


    What I saw in her eyespleted me. Love. Desperation. Fire. She cherished this, even if it


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    broke her.


    I sighed, caressing her.


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    She stayed silent, eyes on me, then lowered her gaze.


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    “You’re considered an enemy of all werewolves now that the truth is out that you killed our warlord.”


    Silence dropped like a de and She searched my face when I didn’t speak.


    “What? You’ll give up chasing me now?”


    “Am I your enemy too, Zephyrine?” I asked instead. “It’s your father, your warlord. You’re a werewolf. The only words that matter to me are yours. What you feel means everything. Tell me. Am I your enemy too?”


    mad “Do you give me a choice?” she whispered, looking down, sighing. “I understand you go once in a full moon. And just because I went to bed with you now doesn’t mean I forgive you, Lycannar.”


    I swallowed hard, reached for my shirt on the floor, and took out our engagement ring. I slid it onto her finger as our eyes locked.


    “Punish me any way you want, but not by being unhappy,” I said softly. “Hit me. Hate me. Kill me. But be my wife still, because if I can’t have you, then no one will, Zephyrine.”


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