The Temptation of Sin And The Lycan Princess

Chapter 64

SKYLA.

He kisses me back with equal hunger and passion, but even as he reciprocates, his self-control is impressive.

He throbs against me, yet despite the intense desire that I know courses through him, he’s still kissing me like I’m something he wants to worship and treasure.

Each caress of his tongue, each brush of his lips and each touch hold so much more, making my core knot in a pleasure that is so different.

He makes me weak in the knees.

His hands run down my ass and thighs as if memorising the feel of my skin.

I love how well I fit in his hands, and how his fingers feel on my skin.

Royce may be ice, but he’s hotter than the Sahara.

And when he brushes his knuckles up my legs, the temperature rises faster than you can count to three.

Fuck…

I can’t think straight. I kiss him harder, plunging my tongue into his mouth, but even when I’m being so rough and demanding, feeling horny as hell, he still holds control over me.

He meets my every move, sucking on my tongue before caressing it with his own.

My own hands roam his sexy body, my nails scraping down his firm chest and chiselled abs, wanting to leave my mark.

I’m so fucking glad he isn’t wearing a shirt, because if he was, it would be on the floor, in fucking shreds.

My core clenches as I grind against him, sucking in my stomach the moment his fingers brush my taut abs.

“Fuck…” I whisper, he doesn’t stop, his knuckles brushing up the centre of my stomach and travelling higher.

My nipples are stiff, begging to be touched, but he doesn’t, continuing his path up between my breasts ever so teasingly.

“You… are… a work of art… breath-taking and beautiful, Love.” He says, breaking away from my lips. He kisses my jaw ever so tantalisingly.

I sigh as pleasure consumes me. His hand wraps around my throat, and I bite my lip as sinful pleasure courses through me.

His touch isn’t rough, but neither is it gentle. It’s firm, but teasing, sensual, yet confident. He knows me and he’s claiming me.

A moan escapes me when his lips meet the corner of my neck. His scent is an added drug that consumes me entirely.

It’s crazy how he plays my body…

Knowing what pleases me…

Another kiss follows, and it sends a shiver of pleasure through me. I’m so turned on and we haven’t even fucked.

He hasn’t touched my breasts, nor has he touched my pussy, and yet I’m already aching for more.

fuck, he pleasures… and he’s a master at

flutter as he continues to kiss me sensually along my neck.

fucking sexy…” He murmurs, kissing

tug his head up, claiming his lips once again as his cock throbs against

hard.” I whisper, pulling back and kissing him with passion

neck, satisfied when a low groan he

am,

on my throat

was teasing the hem of my top now runs back down my ass, squeezing it before it slips under my skirt and curls around my ass cheek as

Yes, Daddy…

delivers a light tap that I’m not

whimper as his fingers graze my thighs,

that only he can quench and when his fingers brush my panties, tugging on them as they pull

sweatpants, and I can hear his racing heart despite

fingers tantalise me yet refusing to touch me where

I want him. Now.

hard cock sensually as I twist my fingers into his locks. “I want

eyes meet mine for

looks so fucking

Love.” He murmurs, shocking

down at him, my eyes

not a virgin, My Sexy Ice Prince. Trust me, I’m

stuff; he kisses my lips

in his eyes as our eyes

both breathing hard, and he brushes his thumb over my

one of

and I

so damn bad. I want to argue that he really doesn’t seem to want to fuck me if he can still control himself despite

the struggle, the glimmer of

to be a one-time fuck, or a casual

stare at the man I know

a little sore and

life, I’m in love with someone and that thought…

into my life and took that away…

a Goddess, Love, and I plan to treat you like one… in your style.” He says, his hand squeezing my ass,

I want to yank his pants down, I have

as I love that, I want to lick your lollipop, have you choke me with it and tell

tugs me back,

but let’s not get ahead…” He whispers, his fingers brushing over my ass and I get up onto my knees, giving him even better access to

the soaking patch at the centre of my panties, and I bite my lip, pulling

into my hair and tugs

mouth as he brushes my soaking pussy, rubbing

Fuck!

nipping it whilst he continues to play with my clit. Every flick and every rub sends currents of pleasure through me and I part my

helplessly in his arms, my arms gripping his shoulders just

pleasure as he begins