Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 92 Sweet Night

Tanya’s POV:

As our lips finally part again to catch our breaths, I stare into the depths of his ocean eyes, finding myself roaming across the waves of his deep blues. He smiles. And I smile back, and we both can’t help breaking out into a chorus of laughter. My giggles and his playful chuckling weave into a glorious happy melody.

“From now on,” Marco whispers. “I’m never letting anyone get in between us ever again. You’re the love of my life,” I find myself staring at him in awestruck, before propping myself up, leaving my lips inches from his as I whisper.

Title of the document

“And I promise, to never let anyone stop me from loving you again,” but before, I allow him to lower himself towards me. One of my hands gently grabs his arms, pulling one side of his body towards me, whilst my other hand pushes against his chest. And he soon understands what I’m after.

We tumble again into array of kisses, and the duvet wrestles with our moving bodies. Floating gracefully into the air momentarily as Marco pulls me on top, before the blanket settles back down again over my body and his. I straddle him, leaning forward to let my hair cascade around us like a curtain, shielding our love from a world that can be cruel and despicable.

But our bubble is what is safe.

Without him asking, I lift my top over my head in eagerness, before lowering down again to hungrily kiss his lips. My hand goes to cuff him just beneath his chin to hold him in place. And I smile as a lustful growl edge past his lips.

Marco at my side. The world can have all the opinions it wants on who I am and what I’m capable of. It can beat me down, pull me under, and tear me limb from limb. But I will fight. I will fight for myself, fight for Claire, and fight for

display his dominance. His fingers slip into the crevices of my hair, fisting his hand, and tightening his grip to push my head down

teeth clasp his lower lip and I gently but firmly and sensually tug with a defiant smile. I sense he’s surprised, and another dominant

full access to my neck. I press against him further as my eyes roll back

up by his hand in my hair and his lips trying to find his favourite mark on my neck, my hand sneakily glides down to his c*rotc*h, and without warning my hand grips the bulge that sits firm and solid beneath

me, his g*roi*n jerking upwards in a reflex to my sudden touch. He grabs my head harder, pressing my neck further against his lips as his teeth nip my skin. “Watch yourself Princess,” he

a princess when I first signed his marriage contract so many years ago. I never truly felt like a princess. I felt like an imposter, someone in the wrong body, and

now… the title doesn’t scare me. No… something within me embraces the term. It feels right, but not in the way one would a*s*sume. It’s not that I really care for being royalty, but rather

brings me back to reality, a beautiful reality. And whilst I have still been hungrily kissing his lips, he

“Everything is just

kisses down his chest. I can feel his eyes on me as I trail down his body before finally coming down onto what I was wanting all along. He helps me undo the button of his pants and I hastily pull them off, tossing

situate myself between his

Marco’s POV:

my back, I prop myself on my elbows so I can watch her. She leans forward on her knees, scrunched up into nearly a ball so all I can see is her head at the base of my g*roi*n, her eyes peering into mine as she runs her fingers and nails along my sides, teasing

finally…. finally…. her hand wraps round my length. My breath hitches as the touch sparks fires beneath my skin, and I find myself hypnotized by the emerald hue of her forestry eyes,

up and down with expertise. I’m blanketed in a wave of pleasure as the soft w*et noises coming from her suckling on

For a little while.