[Margaret’s POV]
The shower in the bathroom was turned on to its maximum by Donald, yet the temperature of the water didn’t scald as much as Donald’s body heat did.
With my wrists twisted, I was cornered against the wall by Donald, his kisses fierce and hot, like boiling raindrops falling haphazardly on my exposed skin, stirring up the desire within and rapidly igniting it.
"Mm... slower, Donald!" I arched my head back to withstand his ferocious kisses while also trying to respond to him with passion.
His large hands tore at my clothes, drenched from the water, which clung to my body uncomfortably.
I obediently raised my arms, allowing Donald to remove my bra. His large hands wandered over my skin, as if I were so precious treasure. Gasping for breath, I watched him intently, my free hand hooking around his neck as I softly said, "I want you, Donald!"
Those few words must have been the magic spell that disrupted the last of Donald’s sanity. He growled lowly and held tightly in his arms. The sensation of weightlessness made instinctively wrap my legs around his muscular waist. There was no longer any distance between us, and his eyes held only .
My hair was lazily splayed out, and I turned my head slightly to kiss his ear.
"Margaret!"
That was Donald calling my na, his deep, sexy voice like the best kind of aphrodisiac as I gazed at him with hazy eyes.
He rubbed his heated, burning lower body against . His gray-green, gemstone-like eyes reddened as he looked at and said, "Help take it off."
I knew what he wanted to take off. I stretched out my hand downward, teasing his nerves with a near touch. With a slightly naughty tone, I retorted, "Take off what? This?"
"Margaret!" Hearing the slight lewdness bubble in Donald’s voice, I took the hint and swiftly fulfilled his request.
Donald’s majestic manhood stood boldly before , and despite the countless tis we had done it, every ti I saw it, my heart raced, and I secretly marveled at my own exceptional talent!
Unable to fully grasp it with one hand, I could only friction and knead it with the tips of my fingers. Donald, as if driven mad by my teasing, pinned against the glass wall, his fingers gently probing into my lower body.
Startled by such an intense touch, a blush spread throughout my body. I softly moaned Donald’s na; I missed him, I needed him to take without pity!
"You can, co inside, Donald!" I invited.
With one hand supporting my swaying waist and the other kneading my buttocks that felt amazing to the touch, Donald gradually rubbed his manhood against my lower body.
He watched the expressions on my face, and a mischievous glint seeped into his eyes, "Guide it."
"What?" I wasn’t paying attention to what he said and instinctively voiced a question in response.
"I said guide it; that way, I can get inside!" Donald patiently repeated.
A bit frustrated by this man’s childishness and mischief, I was already intimately familiar with his body. Such seemingly embarrassing actions weren’t difficult for at all!
Blushing, I reached out to guide Donald’s mber, grinding with my lower body as I did, "Mm... faster!"
Ignoring my inconsistent attitude, Donald thrust his hips fiercely, and his thick, burning manhood smoothly entered my body!
Unable to control my moans, I clenched Donald’s fingers unconsciously, and my leg nearly failed to hook around his lower back, "Mm... you’re too big, Donald!"
Donald didn’t respond to my dissatisfaction with his size. He breathed hot air through his flared nostrils, and his golden, beautiful hair ssily clung to his face. He started to penetrate deeply and earnestly, as if he wanted to devour to my very bones!
At several monts, I felt as if he were going to impale . This position was too deep, and my strength was draining away without realizing it. I was too weak to moan, only producing unconscious babble and murmurs, "I love you, Donald! Slow down... mm, too deep!"
Sweat from our skin and steam from the shower made it impossible for to keep a hold of Donald’s waist. I started to wrap my arms around his neck, begging in a hoarse voice for rcy.
Donald kissed my neck and ears, our sweat-drenched hair mingling together. Moans and growls along with the sound of water hitting the floor created a scene that was both chaotic and erotic.
In the end, we returned to the bathtub. The warmth of the water enveloped our skin, and I felt so comfortable that I didn’t want to talk or move. Just lying there in Donald’s arms made feel like the happiest person in the world!
"Still have the energy to get up and eat? What would you like?" I heard Donald ask softly in my ear.
I responded quietly with closed eyes, "No, I want to sleep."
Seeing my languid appearance, Donald couldn’t help but chuckle with a muffled laugh, "Are you that tired? Your stamina doesn’t seem as good as it was before."
I didn’t want to argue with him about this. After all, who could compare with the Lycan King, whose stamina was limitless and who grew more spirited as he went?
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