WantNovelChapter 1518 There was a moment when he felt adrift, as if he were going to forget the connections most important to him: "Ly, need you, now... I need to be inside you." He took her chin and lowered his mouth to capture hers ina hungry, deep kiss. He slid his tongue into that hot mouth, drinking her gasps, urging her toward the inside of the cave prepared for the two of them. This magical space the Beast God had gifted them, just for them.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe fire crackled and danced on the walls, where their intertwined shadows also played as they moved closer to the bed of pelts. Drakkar took the dress sleeve and rolled it down her white shoulders. He drew back from her, lust reshaping his features, licking his lips where her taste lingered. His rough hands undressed her patiently, watching the fine garment fall to the floor.
Her feminine figure bared itself to his predatory gaze; his fangs slid out and that thick slab of flesh at his groin hardened and stood, prisoner to desire. "Here I am." Lyra sat on the soft pelts that smelled of sun and leaned her back against the plush pillows lining the far wall Her legs opened shamelessly for her male, hissing with excitement at the giant rising, trembling, behind the rustic loincloth. She wanted him so much that her pussy was already throbbing and dripping for him.
"I'm yours, I've always been yours... since the first time." Her voice was the most seductive spell to Drakkar's ears. Their wolves were already frolicking, driven by instinct. Drakkar went for the ties at his hip, nearly ripping off the loincloth in front of Lyra, his Lyra, his woman. She swallowed at the sight of his long, erect cock, pumping with blood and turning an aggressive, sinful, delicious ...
His beast's eyes roamed the softness of that perfect white skin, the beads of sweat glistening between her breasts Those nipples, a darker rosy hue, tempting, exquisite, and lower along her belly was the place he was dying to profane, to fill with his seed with deep thrusts. Drakkar slowly leaned in, on his knees between her legs, where ---- they would be forever. She had taught them everything they knew about love, about sex, about the pleasure only mortals could enjoy.
Drakkar leaned forward, bracing his hands beside her rounded hips, going for her plum lips again They did not regret giving their soul to this mortal woman... they would never regret choosing love over power. Lyra and Aztoria were the gods' most precious gift to them.
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