Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

(Crystal’s POV)

Rufus k*issed me so passionately that I couldn’t resist him.

I grabbed his collar tightly with both h*ands. My heart was banging against my chest so wildly that I felt like I was about to have a heart attack. Love, affection, and desire surged through my body, rendering me unable to think straight.

At this moment, all I could do was hold the man in front of me tightly, as though he was my lifesaver in the middle of the ocean.

I knew this was wrong. I shouldn’t have indulged myself in this feeling, but his k*iss was so irresistible that I couldn’t help but compromise.

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Rufus pressed me onto the bed and k*issed me, making his way down my neck to my shoulders, leaving a trail of hickeys.

All this pent-up desire came gushing out.

Rufus and I couldn’t help but hug and k*iss each other almost desperately.

When he was about to take off my pajama pants, he suddenly stopped and looked up at me, his eyes burning with lust. “Can I?”

I wrapped my arms around his neck, bit his l*ips, and asked hoarsely, “When did you become so indecisive?”

Now that he had my consent, Rufus practically ripped my clothes off.

Then he k*issed my b*reasts and sucked my n*ipples.

I was drowning in waves of electric pleasure and couldn’t help but m*oan softly. “Ah… Hmm…”

With one n*ipple in his mouth, he fondled the other n*ipple with his h*and. His other h*and reached down to my p*uss*y, stroking my wet clit gently.

Without warning, he thrust his f*ingers inside me, causing me to gasp. While his f*ingers slipped in and out of me, his thumb drew circles over my clit, slowly picking up in speed.

“Rufus…”

his tongue on my n*ipple, I couldn’t help but roll my eyes with pleasure. Sometimes he sucked,

more. “Rufus… I

cracked

chest muscles and abs. Even though I had seen Rufus naked countless times

second, he quickly unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and took off his pants and

front of me. I spread my l*egs wide, ready to

and started rubbing it against my wet p*uss*y. Just when I thought I

so wet from the foreplay that it didn’t take

in and out of

to the back of my head and I m*oaned

the pace. Soon, the sound of skin slapping skin echoed

“Harder, Rufus… Harder…”

l*egs around his waist and arched

time he slammed

his h*ands on my restless b*reasts, cupping and fondling them aggressively. Then he lowered his

feels so

you’re so wet…” Rufus grunted hoarsely, and

“Oh, Rufus… No…”

harder and harder. Rufus’ forehead and chest

sped up and gritted

wrapped my l*egs around his strong

moment, I was too busy drowning in a wave of pleasure that I didn’t notice that

while, he groaned and

was over, but Rufus’ c*ock

my head up and looked

pointed