---- His body shuddered, making my eyes open, my heavy eyelids about ---- to close from exhaustion.
"Whats wrong, darling?" I looked up, sleepy.
His rough hand approached my mouth, moved down the black button of his nose, and caressed the tip of mine.
I smiled at the ticklish sensation.
The sharp edge of his claw traced my lips.
Instead of scaring me, | liked that feeling of danger and control.
Elliot, what are you doing?" I stopped him when things suddenly took a turn.
He was bringing that same claw to his wrist again.
His tongue flicked out, and he licked me on the mouth again, ready to open his veins and bleed.
I understood perfectly.
He wanted to feed me like he did Lavinia, but just the thought of drinking raw blood, even if it was his, made me feel sick to my very soul.
Tbarely managed to handle what happened with the girl.
The memories of the enormous lycan tearing Francis apart, of the alligators devouring those women, made my stomach churn and my throat tighten with nausea.
"No, Elliot, I dont want to...
I dont feel well," I admitted, placing ahand over my unsettled stomach.
He stared at me intently.
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He made me nervous every time he did that, as if he was trying to read my mind.
---- The lycan lowered his massive head, pressing into the curve of my neck that I left exposed for him.
He inhaled deeply, anddamn his habitwhat an embarrassment...
I probably smelled like a dying possum.
"Elliot, no, love...
Im dirty." "Ggrrr..." His breathy snorts against my skin didnt stop.
His hands gripped my hips possessively, and before I knew it, I was being placed onto the rug, the powerful lycan towering over me.
I fell back, supporting myself on my elbows as his snout descended onto my chest, making no attempt to hide his growing lust.
He growled, licking me over the fabric.
I shuddered as his sharp teeth gently nibbled the hardened peaks of my nipples through the material.
The buttons of my dress were on the verge of popping open from his rough tugs.
I could refuse, I knew hed stop.
But my mouth whispered no in a soft voice, moaning with every syllable, while my breasts trembled with pleasure, bouncing free as the neckline of my dress fell open.
The corset around my waist lifted them even more, like a sinful offering.
Panting heavily, my eyes half-lidded, I gazed at the mighty beast approaching to devour them with dark growls of ecstasy.
---- To let myself be "defiled" or not to let myself be "defiled"? What a complicated dilemma...
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