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    Starvation. I had never realized just how much I had wanted him nor did he seem to know how much he had missed me until we entered the dining hall and could no longer hold back.


    As soon as we were out of the public eye, he grabbed me by the waist, and I clutched him in return, allowing his lips to im mine. He tasted sweet, solid, and intoxicating, and I lost myself immediately in his arms.


    We left the council hall in a rush, hand in hand, not caring about the eyes lingering on us. All that mattered was each other. He kissed me with a hunger that erased all other men, and maybe I didn’t need anyone else. Maybe all I wanted, wanted fully, was right here, holding me.


    Breathlessly, I reached for his shirt, and he let me pull it over his head. I tossed it aside and returned to his chest, heart skipping at the sight.


    His hair was matted, his runes visible across broad, powerful skin. I was still drinking him in when he grabbed my chin and pressed his lips to mine again, shattering my focuspletely.


    I moaned into him, my palm pressed to his unwavering chest, then broke the kiss, panting against his lips, forehead against his. Slowly, I met his gaze and kissed him again, unable to stop.


    “I want to taste you too,” I muttered breathlessly, and he searched my face.<fnc771> ?????? ???? Find?Novel</fnc771>


    “Who taught you that?” he asked, lifting an eyebrow.


    “Just because I was a virgin doesn’t mean I’m naive. I want to taste you, Lycan,” I whispered, and without waiting, I pressed my lips to his. My n found its way to the hardness straining against his trousers before he could resist.


    “Oh gods… you’re so hard,” I muttered, wrapping my fingers around him. His grip tightened around my waist, holding me firmly as I sank to my knees.


    I worked quickly, freeing him, letting his hard dick spring into my eager hands. My heart leapt as I wrapped my lips around him, sucking carefully. He brushed a strand of hair from my face as a low groan escaped his lips.


    Then he lifted me to the table, fumbling with my dress. Panting, I let him pull my underwear aside, exposing me fully. My heart thudded when he paused, swallowing hard, before cupping my cheek to kiss me tenderly.


    “I missed you,” he muttered against my lips, then lowered his tongue to explore me. My thighs trembled, and I moaned loudly as he worked, making me to forget everything except the heat and pleasure between<ol><li>us.</li></ol>


    Lust overtook reason, and we threw caution to the wind. Lycannar positioned himself, easing inside me with care, his hand still wrapped around my neck. I gasped as he filled mepletely.


    “Ugh,” he growled. “You’re so tight.”


    He began to move, thrusting with gentle insistence that gradually grew heavier. My hands gripped his shoulders as his pace intensified, his clutch around my neck firm.


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    His hands moved to my thighs, spreading me for deeper, more merciless thrusts. I moaned loudly, caring nothing if anyone, maids, guards, overheard.


    When I could no longer breathe, I punched his chest, but he ignored it. The sensation peaked, and he approached his climax. Lycannar’s grip tightened, and I shut my eyes, feeling him fill mepletely, warmth spreading through me.


    Only then did he slow, his hands softening. I coughed, catching my breath,ying back on the table exhausted. My eyelids closed briefly before I opened them to see him, stunned by the intensity of what had just passed between us.


    “I hurt you?” he muttered, but I clutched his wrist before he could step away.


    “Kiss me,” I demanded. “Now, Lycan. Kiss me like I’m yours. Because I am.”


    He paused, then leaned down, pressing his lips to mine tenderly. But control slipped again. His hands dug into my breasts mid–kiss, drawing a tiny trace of blood on my lip.


    Pulling back, breathless, I stared at him. He had snapped, lost control, driven entirely by hunger for me.


    He stared at me for a brief moment before leaning down again, capturing my lips with his.


    Tender at first, his kiss quickly sharpened, his hold growing intense. His hands tugged at my breasts just as his mouth pressed harder against mine, and I tasted blood.


    Slowly, he pulled back, breathless. I stared at him, my own heart heaving, blood forming on my lower lip.


    He had snapped. Completely. One fierce, possessive force, starving for only one person. Me.


    We paused, staring at one another for a brief, charged moment, before he finally pulled away to dress. He grabbed his shirt from the table and came to me.,


    “Come. Let’s go to my chamber,” he murmured.


    I allowed him to lift me, my hands wrapping around his neck as we moved through the hall. Up close, I could see every inch of him. Every shadow, every line. His lips… those lips.


    “You are mine, Lycannar,” I whispered softly, pressing the words into him.


    He paused mid–step, shifting his gaze to me.


    “What did you say?”


    “You are mine. I will kill any woman who darese close to you.”


    Silence fell, heavy and electric. I leaned in and kissed him softly. That was all the invitation he needed. Lycannar took control instantly, lifting me into his arms with my legs wrapped around his waist. His hardness pressed against me, demanding, iming.


    This time, he entered sharply. I gasped, punching his chest as my body reacted to him. He drove deeper in response<b>, </b>and together we sank to the hallway floor.


    “Pull your dress off,” Lycannar demanded, urgent and possessive, helping me out of my gown. My bodyy bare before him, and he imed me entirely, as if I had always been his.


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