Abandoned by the Alpha, I Became the Lycan King's Mate Chapter 88

Chapter 88: Uncontrollable Pleasure (1)

[Margaret’s Perspective]

For a mont, I recalled that in addition to many scenes of us kissing intimately, there were more scenes of us lingering in bed, with him on top of .

Donald would lean over . Sotis the kisses were sensual. Sotis the kisses were simply expressions of love landing on , one by one.

Sotis he would kiss from my neck to my chest, to my lower abdon, to the top of my thighs, and finally to my private part.

The kisses Donald gave were not always gentle. He would suckle my skin all the way, making gasp, and leave bright red marks on my body.

My breath quickened with the mory, and I felt my body heat up again.

“Margaret?” Donald called to , and I ca back to my senses, feeling more or less ashad of myself.

I had just woken up from my coma and was still injured, but all I could think of was sex. I couldn’t help but lower my eyes, not daring to look at Donald again.

“Your face is a little red. Are you feeling unwell?”

Donald’s concerned words made even more ashad. I shook my head, but Donald had already placed his hand on my forehead. This angle forced to stare at him. His facial features were so impeccable. The gentle look of concern now was simply intoxicating. I swallowed unconsciously and licked my lips.

Donald’s gaze focused on my lips, revealing a look of understanding.

He lowered his head and exchanged a wet kiss with .

I felt even more awkward. I was lying in a hospital bed, shalessly asking Donald for sex.

However, at the sa ti, it seed that the more pain my body felt, the more it triggered my recollection of the pleasure we had enjoyed before. Moreover, after escaping death, I needed so comfort from Donald. I could recall clearly the joy his body had brought .

“Don’t, don’t do that.” My posture was extrely awkward. I didn’t know how to avoid Donald’s gaze.

However, it was obvious that Donald did not want to give any room to dodge today.

“Isn’t that what you ant when you looked at just now?” Donald said slowly.

I blushed and couldn’t refute Donald. I was indeed thinking about our kiss just now.

Donald raised one of my hands and kissed my hand, one finger at a ti. I felt his tongue lick my fingertips. He asked, “Do you like it when I kiss you like this?”

I didn’t know what to answer at all. I couldn’t even move because of the injury on my back, and I couldn’t respond to him physically. However, Donald had completely aroused . Just by the way he looked at , I felt that I was about to reach my climax.

Donald’s hand had already reached under my blanket, and I realized that I was actually naked now. The one-piece patrol clothes Angel had given was for ease of movent.

In order to make it easier to apply the dicine, Donald had probably removed it for . This allowed him to reach my hand and touch my thigh without any obstruction. He then moved further towards the middle.

I was already drenched inside. I knew what Donald would touch. Being in heat in broad daylight made feel ashad. I felt like my entire body was trembling, but I couldn’t reject Donald. I had to cover my mouth with my hand to suppress my moans.

I could feel Donald’s cold fingers reaching in. I instinctively clamped my legs together, which was why I held Donald’s hand between my legs.

Donald stopped what he was doing. I looked at him in confusion and spontaneously arched my hips to press against his fingers, wanting to pursue more pleasure.

So comfortable. Why did he have to stop…

Donald quickly continued to move. His fingertips rubbed back and forth on my area, pinching and scraping. The thin calluses on his fingers brought a slight pain, but it seed to be a different kind of stimulation.

I felt more fluid flowing out of it. My eyes were moist from desire. It was as if I was seeing through a fog. I breathed quickly, begging Donald to give more.

“Feels good?”

“Ah…”

“Do you want an orgasm?”

I bit my lip, too embarrassed to speak. However, my body submitted to the surging emotions. I could only reach out to grab Donald.

However, I grabbed nothing. Donald avoided . His fingers were still crazily stirring inside my body, but he refused to go in too deep. He only gave a little stimulation at the entrance before retracting and circling around.

I was uncomfortable with him being neither up nor down. Fluid kept flowing out of my body, but I was never satisfied. I felt like I was about to go crazy for Donald. An indescribable emptiness surged in . I wanted sothing to stab into and possess .

I couldn’t hold back anymore. I had to abandon the last of my sha and reserve and reach under myself, trying to get more pleasure.