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

to kiss me sensually along my neck. His other

He murmurs, kissing

up, claiming his lips

whisper, pulling back and kissing him

tongue along his neck, satisfied when a low groan he tries to silence escapes

course, I am,

tightens on my

other hand that was teasing the hem of my top now runs back down my ass, squeezing it before it

Yes, Daddy…

delivers a light tap

fingers graze my

my pussy throbbing with a thirst that only he can quench and when his fingers brush my panties, tugging on them as they pull between my ass cheeks, I bite my tongue trying not to cry out when

hard shaft through his sweatpants, and

nibbles and bites my lower lip as his fingers tantalise me yet refusing to touch me where I crave him the

I want him. Now.

I twist my fingers into his locks. “I

eyes meet

looks so fucking

Love.” He

freeze, staring down at him, my eyes

my neck. “I’m not a virgin, My Sexy Ice Prince. Trust me, I’m ready

this stuff; he kisses my lips harder before he forces himself

our eyes meet and he touches his forehead to

and he brushes his

know, Doll, but that is the difference. I don’t plan on being one of

get to me, and I stare

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

can see the struggle, the glimmer of struggle in those eyes that are blazing with

one-time fuck, or a casual sex relationship… I want him, fuck

is thundering as I stare at the man I know I’ve

is a sexy mess, his pouty lips a little sore and his eyes are dark with hunger,

in my life, I’m in love with someone

I loved Reign… but then Royce walked into my life and took that away… and when I knew they’re both one and the same… That love

like one… in your style.” He says, his hand squeezing my ass, and reaching down, I run my

sucking in a breath and as much as I want to yank his pants

that, I want to lick your lollipop, have you choke me with it and tell me I’m yours.” I growl, kissing his neck. This time I bite him,

tugs me back,

but let’s not get ahead…” He whispers, his fingers brushing over my ass and I get up onto my knees,

of my panties, and I

my hair and tugs me down and then his lips claim mine in

brushes my soaking pussy, rubbing his fingers between my slit before he finds my clit and runs his hand in a

Fuck!

whilst he continues to play with my clit. Every flick and every rub sends currents

arms gripping his shoulders just as his fingers plunge

that’s it…” I breathe in pleasure as he begins fucking me harder