His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 32

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 32 – I glanced at the bathroom door, wondering if I should walk out, and I could feel the King watching me when he pushed the shower screen door open. I looked at it before looking up at him.

“What do you want to do? Why are you in here?” he asked, but I had a feeling he already knew what I wanted to do because he turned back to the shower rinsing the soap off, yet he left the shower screen open.

“Don’t think, Ivy, just do what you want,” I growled at his words. What I wanted was confusing the h**l out of me. My brain told me to run while the rest of me wanted to rub myself on him and smother myself in his scent. I shake my head; where the heck did that come from?

“Do you know what you want?” The King asked, turning to face me. I shook my head but then nodded before looking down. I should not have looked down. My eyes widened as I stared at his manhood. I gulped. The thing was huge, and the King cleared his throat, making my eyes snap to his.

“my eyes are up here,” The King laughed, and my face heated under the intensity of his gaze.

“You want to shower with me?” I chewed my lip.

“Yes, but I don’t know why,” I admitted.

“Why do you think you do?” The King asked, reaching his hand out and gripping the front of my shirt. He pulled me toward him, and I squeaked as he pulled me into the shower with him.

“You didn’t answer me,” He said, peeling my shirt off and unclipping my bra with one hand. He tossed them out of the shower before undoing the button on my jeans. He stopped and looked at me.

“I’m going to take these off you, or would you prefer they remained on?”

“Why do you keep on asking questions?” I asked him.

“Because I want you to understand you have a choice, Ivy. I don’t want you as my s***e or servant. I just want you, and every time I think you understand that you revert back to being my servant,”

“If you don’t want me as a servant, then what do you want me for?” panic bubbled in me, and remembered the look Abbie gave me as I left, the fear that filled her eyes before she told me she loved me.

“I just want you, and I want you to want me too,” he said before kneeling and peeling down my pants that were sticking to my skin from becoming wet. I stepped out of them, and he tossed them out the door before kissing my t***h as he removed my underwear. He threw them from the shower to where all our clothes lay in disarray on the floor.

“Would you like to be mine, Ivy?” The King asked, looking up at me. I swallowed as I watched him lean closer and k**s my t***h just above my knee. He n****d at my skin before gripping my ankle gently. He rubbed his thumb over my skin while his eyes watched his hand as it glided up my leg to my knee.

“Would you like me to be yours,” he asked as his hand trailed higher, and I shivered under his scorching touch, my skin alight with that tingling sensation, and I moaned softly, unable to stop the noise from escaping me. His touch was gentle as he pushed me slightly back, so I leaned against the tiled wall.

“Would you like that, Ivy?” The King asked as his fingers brushed between the apex of my legs.

“I need an answer, Ivy, your answer and not what you think I want to hear. I want to know if you want the same,” He asked, looking up at me. He leaned closer, kissing my stomach, and it fluttered spastically as he n****d at me with his teeth.

Only the Goddess knows how much I wanted those things, but he was a king, and I was his s***e, but I would answer because I once wanted something and that was the King. No matter how stupid and foolish that was, I wanted him, and I was sick of denying it. Even if he tossed me aside tomorrow, I could say I once got what I wanted.

“Yes, I would like that,” I answered honestly, and the King smiled up at me, and my hand reached toward his face wanting to touch him. I cupped his cheek, and he didn’t pull away; instead, he leaned into my touch.

His stubble brushed the inside of my palm before he turned his face and kissed it. My entire body was buzzing when I felt his hand move between my legs. His thumb stroked the seam of my lips, and my stomach tightened, and between my legs throbbed almost violently as he glided his thumb between my s***k folds before pressing down on my c**t. My hips jerked when the King pressed his lips to my hip before n*****g lower. His hot mouth on my flesh made my legs tremble. He bit and l****d at my t****s; his hand traveled down my leg to the back of my knee.

He growled and gripped my knee, and lifted my leg slightly before he looked up at me.

“Can I taste you, Ivy,” I had no idea what he wanted to do but knew I wanted to find out, so I nodded. He pushed my leg open, and I gasped as he lifted it over his shoulder before pressing his face between my legs.

His hands gripped my a*s, tilting my hips forward before his hot mouth covered my core. His tongue ran between my wet folds, and he groaned before his grip tightened the sound vibrating through me.

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