<i>Zephyrine </i>


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    The candle burned softly in its ce. The kingdom was warm and silent, with only the faint chatter of night guards drifting through the stillness.


    I watched the oil he had brought, and when he returned to the bed, my heart clenched with hunger and fear alike.


    He stripped off his trousers, and when his thick lengthy cock sprang free, I swallowed hard. He came to me gently, pressing his mouth to mine, his tongue trailing down my neck in intoxicating strokes, before his hand slid to my thigh.


    Then his lips traced my leg, down to my toes, which he drew into his mouth, sucking softly.


    At the same time, his fingers found my clitoris. My pulse pounded as I surrendered to him, letting him take control. Then his mouth descended to my core, my clitoris, tasting me. I clutched the sheets, eyes squeezed


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    “Lycan…” I whispered, before tangling my fingers in his ck hair as he devoured me.


    His tongue sent shivers through me, until suddenly he stopped. Breathless, I opened my eyes to see him staring at me, lips wet with my taste. He kissed me briefly and muttered,


    “You tell me when I go too far. Punch me if I lose control like you used to. Understand?”


    I nodded quickly, kissing him again, and in one swift motion I rolled him onto his back, straddling him.


    “You’re swift,” he muttered with a faint smile. “Who trained you?”


    “The Ashmeres,” I whispered, sliding down his body.


    I wrapped my fingers around his hard dick, earning a groan, before I took him into my mouth. A growl rumbled from deep in his chest as he held me still, then released me.


    “Spit on it,” he ordered softly.


    I obeyed, following his guidance, stroking him as he showed me. His jaw flexed, eyes dark. Then I swallowed him again, and at that moment, something snapped in him. He held me too long, making me choke on his length before letting me gasp for breath.<fnef8b> Get full chapters from find·novel</fnef8b>


    Before I could steady myself. He flipped me suddenly, bending me forward, spreading me open. His lips pressed against my ass. A violent chill seized me. I jerked, but he pinned me down with quiet control.


    “Rx,” he whispered.


    His tongue licked me there again, shocking me, until he reached for the oil. Then came the sharp intrusion of his finger, slow and stretching, then a second finger, burning and strange until it melted into pleasure.


    He turned me onto my back, parted my thighs, and stroked himself before pressing the thick head against me. I swallowed hard as he leaned down to kiss me.


    “If you panic, it will hurt. You trust me?”


    “With all my heart.”


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    His kiss silenced me as he pushed inside, slowly splitting me open. I clutched him so hard my ws tore his skin, but he didn’t flinch. He only waited until I could bear him.


    “You okay?” he asked softly.


    I nodded, barely able to breathe as his fingers found my clit, easing the pain into a flood of pleasure.


    Then he began to thrust. Slow. Deep. Painful at first, then transforming, shifting into something raw and overwhelming.


    “Lycan…” I moaned, arching under him as he drove me open.


    His rhythm built faster, rougher, oil slickening his savage pace. My head fell back, my moans spilling freely.


    Then it happened. His warninge true.


    A guttural growl ripped from him as though his beast tore through the surface. His thrusts turned brutal, each one shaking me apart. He seized my arm, ws piercing my flesh as his mouth crushed mine in a bruising kiss that bled.


    Pain burned through my mercilessly. The two sensations collided. Pain and pleasure crashing until my body convulsed violently.


    mrm where his ws sank deep, but his other hand dragged over my clit


    “Lycan!” I screamed as my body broke, squirting, shuddering, trembling apart just as his savage thrusts grew desperate, filling me with his hot release.


    He held me pinned, still buried inside, until his tremors eased. His breath ragged, his lips came to pressed on my temple as his voice came rough, possessive, absolute.


    “You are mine, Zephyrine. All of you. Only mine.”


    Atst, he pulled out and dragged me against his chest. With the thin nket half–covering us, we copsed together into heavy, forbidden sleep, having defied the moon goddess in a violent, obsessive way no prayer or ritual could wash clean.


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