The Lycan King’s Broken Luna

9. Tangled-2

|| Selene's POV ||

I couldn’t reply. His fingers felt heavenly. Each touch was my salvation, and I wanted more of it.

I felt him pushing one finger inside in a smooth motion, his eyes were still on me. Slowly he moved his fingers inside and out a few times earning another gasp from me. But it wasn’t enough. I needed more.

He pulled out his fingers and held them before my eyes. His tongue shoot out as he licked them, "look how wet you are." His eyes were dark aas he remarked. “I want to f**k you restless, Selene. Until your legs give out, your mind goes numb and all you can think about is me.”

“Rowan!” I whispered his name like a prayer. His remarks shook me to the core.

He didn't give me the chance to recover. He gripped on my hips this time and picked me up. My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively as I felt his member pressing down on me. The towel he was wearing fell off revealing all of him.

And his skin finally touched mine. There was no gap between us. Neither of us wanted it anyway. His hardness pressed down just at the right place. My lips found his again. I bit down his lower lips as I felt him on my entrace.

He let out an animalistic growl before he positioned him. Without wasting another second, he pressed himself inside, stretching me deliciously. Pain and pleasure rose together. I screamed, “aah!”

His hands pinched my ass and I grabbed his shoulders firmly for support.

“That's right, my queen, scream… scream for me!” He kissed my forehead before he moved. His manhood filled me one second and then pulled out a littled making me feel it's presence and absence both at the same time. He pushed himself restlessly inside me, his pace became harder and faster with every passing second as if he grew more impatient.

The sound of our bodies slamming against each other filled the bathroom. And the scent of him and s*x washed over everything. I threw my head back as he went on relentlessly, filling me up completely. He was huge and thick. My every pleasure point exploded inside my core with each thrust. And I wanted more and more.

I closed my eyes as he went on. I bit down my lower lips to shut my cries but his thrusts didn't let me for very long. Moans escaped my lips involuntarily, "oh goddess! Oh damn!"

My voice shook. So did my body.

“Damn, Selene. You feel like heaven!” He muttered as he kept up the pace. "You are like the goddess herself."

I could only gasp. The constant pleasure at my core finally broke through like a flood. My legs trembled, my hands became shaky. My core vibrated, tightening around his hardness as an orgasm so deep tore through me, making me feel like a limp. I cried out in pleasure.

But he didn't stop.

“Done already?” He chuckled. "It was way too soon, my queen."

Then he stopped and he put me down. My eyes fell on his member again. He was huge and still hard. If I wasn't in my heat, it would have been the death of me! Goddess! How did it even fit inside!

“But I am not done with you yet.” His voice echoed in the air. I gulped.

Without another word, he gripped my waist and turned around. I tried to steady my wobbly legs. His palm on my back made me bent down, my hands found the tub for support. My eyes shoot up to find a huge mirror before me. My reflexation startled me for a second.

My breast were crowded in between my arms. My face was all red, my lips swollen from the kisses, my wet hair was a mess. My ass was exposed before his eyes. He was standing behind me. All his muscles were tight.

Before I could catch a breath, a spank came next on my ass, making me jolt. Then came another one.

“Ah!” I moaned, licking my lips while I looked at our reflections on the mirror again only to find him positioning behind me. His fingers slowly gripped my hair, pulling my head back as he entered me again.

“Oh goddess!” I let out a moan again. “Rowan!”

He started to move. “I told you, I am not done yet. Not until I make you stay in bed for the whole day after I am done with you.”

I felt him moving deeper this time. The familiar yet new stretch made my core tight. His grip on my hair added an extra pleasure that I didn’t even know existed.

His thrust became faster, more demanding with each second. My knees were trembling, my hand could barely hold onto the tub anymore. But Rowan wasn't about to stop and I could tell that.

I gulped feeling the pleasure, the pressure all at once.

“Oh, Rowan!” I cried out again, feeling the sensation building up on my core.

“Hold on, my queen. Hold on for now!” He gasped out, moving faster like a beast he was.

“I can't… I can’t anymore…” My voice rasped.

He didn't answer. He only moved. And finally I felt his d**k vibrating inside me, following my own orgasm. He emptied himself inside me, his thick c*m filled my core.

And finally he pulled out and let go of my hair. I almost fell on the floor as soon as his touch was gone. But he was faster. His arm curled around me, picking me up in his arms. His silvery eyes sparkled with satisfaction as he pressed another kiss on my forehead. My heat was subsidized for then, the pain was gone.

He carried me to the bed, and made me lay down. His gentle fingers caressed my cheek as he said, “rest now, my queen.”