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.

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“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.

that matters with 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

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

course, that’s until I find the space to drop my face just an inch. My teeth clasp his lower lip and I gently but firmly and sensually tug with a defiant

my head to the side, pulling me closer so that he has full access to my neck. I press against him further as my eyes roll back from the

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 the fabric of

his g*roi*n jerking upwards in a reflex to my sudden touch. He grabs my head

I felt like an imposter, someone in the wrong body, and all you had to do was peel away a layer of

a*s*sume. It’s not that I really care for being royalty, but rather that I belong beside Marco. I am his princess. And one day… as crazy and as absurd it still seems to be. I will one

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

smile. “Everything is

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:

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 my

escapes me, that only fuels her playful display. Before 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, their green shade reminding me of woods, the

as her mouth suddenly encompasses my length. My head tilts back in undeniable pleasure as her head bobs up and down with expertise. I’m blanketed in a wave of pleasure as the soft w*et noises coming from her suckling on my length and the mounds at its base leave me both feeling exposed and yet comforted. I know I am safe in her hands, and I let

For a little while.