The Temptation of Sin And The Lycan Princess

Chapter 79. A Mark of a Royal

SKYLA.

I moan softly as his teeth sink into my neck, and I feel every part of my body that he is touching tingle as he creates the bond between us. Bringing it to life as he forges the connection that will bind us together.

His cock presses against my pussy and reaching down, I grab his hips, tugging him closer. Pleasure erupts through me as his cock slides into me, and he slowly begins fucking me,

He gently extracts his teeth from my neck, running his tongue along it.

The tinge of pain is welcomed, only adding to the pleasure that consumes my body. I bite my lip as he lies over me, his tongue flicking my wound before he begins kissing my neck softly as he makes love to me.

It’s slower… and I’m aware of every thrust as he hits my G-spot. The beating of his heart, and his scent… I can pay attention to it all, and I moan softly in satisfaction.

There will never be another. This is who I want forever. I close my eyes feeling dizzy and drunk in love.

‘I love you…’ I murmur softly.

‘I love you, and I always will Love.’ His reply comes, and I didn’t realise that a link had been formed between us.

I smile, softly tugging his head up so I can look at him. Our eyes meet before our lips claim one another’s in another toe-curling delicious kiss that makes fireworks erupt inside of me.

Goddess… I am in heaven…

We break apart, and his pace becomes faster, pounding into me. I didn’t think I’d be able to have another orgasm so soon, but I’m nearing my release. My eyes dip to his neck and the urge to sink my teeth into the smooth skin consumes me.

eyes meet mine and his hand rakes my hair

you to hold out for a while.

Daddy… Talk to me

I let myself go, tonight is all about us… I close my eyes as a few flakes of

This is heaven indeed…

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the beautiful mark that adorns my neck, a mark that is in full colour… a mark so breathtaking that I simply stand there staring at it in awe and admiration, but

I have ever seen that

Who exactly is Royce?

to me, talking about being the person he needs to be, knowing who he is and how

large snowflake set against a glowing rising sun. At the base of the crescent is a cluster of roses, one larger white rose with smaller red roses around it and leaves. The roses rest above a crown and going

equally a powerful mark,

as last night replays in my

man that I love more than anything, and can I just say he’s fucking mind-blowingly amazing in bed? Just thinking about last night is making me fucking

room still

awoken me with a tender kiss, and the way he had looked into my eyes…

me like I was the only woman

he had popped into the shower opposite. And what a fine show that was, from those

Oh fuck…

much as I wanted to make my way over to him, I had felt too exhausted and instead, I enjoyed the show as he washed himself, fighting the urge not to

towel around his waist and only then had he come over. A total god, as he loosely held his towel

day and night, I think