The Lycan King' Chapter 154: A Bath 2

Chapter 154: A Bath 2

The heat of his body mixed with the steam of the water, intoxicated her with its warmth.

He leaned her head against the head rest ever so gently, his lips barely parting from hers before they collided again.

She wanted him, even though she would never admit it aloud.

She wanted him to do the magical things only he knew how to do to her.

He slipped from her mouth down to her neck.

A mory of Jarren kissing the sa neck flashed through her mind and she stiffened slightly.

And he noticed.

Of course he noticed.

He looked up at her, his eyes two dark pools of desire.

His chest was glistening with steam under the bright glow of the candles that lit up the chamber. His skin looked like bronze sculpted with utmost care and his now-wet hair fell in waves over his face as he leaned down.

Claire returned her eyes to his, eting his gaze without flinching.

His eyes seed to soften.

"I won’t hurt you." He murmured ever so gently, almost like a secret. The words seed to sweep her fear away until it was beyond reach.

If he kept looking at her so softly, like she was the only person that mattered, she would drown in his gaze. Did he guess what she was thinking? Was he rembering what happened as well?

Instead, she slicked her hand through his hair and pulled his head back to her neck.

Claire felt his teeth on her sensitive skin as he nipped and licked it.

He didn’t do this the first ti - it had just been gentle kisses.

He moved to the spot behind her ear before drifting down to the top of her breasts exposed by the low cut bodice.

Without any preamble, he held the dress and ripped it.

As he did, he murmured, "I don’t like it when you wear this types of dresses."

She wanted to retort, to tell him that what she wore was none of his business.

But no words ca, only unintelligible sounds from the back of her throat.

She sat up as he pulled the dress downward and off her legs, leaving her in her chemise, drawers and stockings.

Her slippers had slipped off sohow and we’re probably scattered on the floor or lost in the water.

When she looked down at herself, she realized that she may ask well just be naked. The silk chemise clung to her like a second skin, pronouncing every curve and contour.

And her nipples were peaking out of the garnt shalessly.

Instead of ripping it as she expected, he rolled the edges up her hips and lifted it over her head. Not caring how desperate she looked, she hastily lifted her hands up and only set them down when the garnt was discarded on the floor beside the tub.

The cold air brushed over her exposed breasts, making her nipples harden further - if that was even possible.

Claire heard his breath catch just before he moved forward and took one peak in his mouth. The hot velvet of his mouth made her gasp. Water lapped over both of them as he adjusted himself.

His other hand kneaded the other breast, eliciting a moan from her.

Her hands shot out and grabbed the edges of the tub to steady herself.

Slowly, after much nipping, he moved to the other breasts.

One of her hands left the safety of the tub’s rim to knead his soft and silky hair, holding him in place over her breast.

When he lifted his head, his skin looked as flushed as hers.

"Help

with my breeches." His voice was rasped.

She moved without hesitation this ti, dragging the wet garnt down his hard and well-muscled thighs. Water splashed onto the floor at their movents.

And in not ti, her drawers and stockings were gone.

Claire pulled him down to her, kissing him with a passion she never knew she possessed. And he let her, despite how naive and clumsy she was.

She felt him part her legs as he pushed himself between them. In response, she wrapped her legs around him.

The hot length of his arousal burned into the skin of her thigh.

He looked into her eyes as he slowly slipped into her.

Claire’s eyes slid shut as she let out a moan.

Her hand in his hair moved to hold the rim of the tub as he began to thrust in a rhythm that sent sparks flying in every part of her body.

Her hips tightened around him, pulling him as closely as she could.

This wasn’t the bath she was supposed to help him with, she mused wryly.

His hair tickled her skin as he leaned low, increasing the speed of his thrusts.

She could feel herself hovering at the edge of completion... until she ca.

Her head dropped backwards over the head rest as she let out an unrestrained moan.

He rode the last wave before falling on her.

Her fingers hurt from clutching the rims of the tub too tightly, but she couldn’t seem to let go.

The water continued to ripple, gradually becoming still at the lack of disturbance.

The only sound in the room was that of their ragged breathing.

After a while, Yeren peeled her hands away from the rims and flipped them over such that she was now resting on his chest while he kept his head on the head rest.

She could feel the thumping of his heart against her ear.

There was a faint smile on his lips as he laid with his eyes closed.

What in the world was he thinking? She wondered.

As if sensing her thoughts, he opened his eyes and looked at her.

"I like that you wore the necklace. Wear it all the ti, especially when I make love to you." He leaned closer, his breath hot against her forehead. "It gets

in the mood faster."

Claire pounded playfully on his chest.

"You’re much too conceited for your own good. I think I would give it off to soone else." She teased.

He chuckled, his chest vibrating softly beneath her head.

Indeed, the necklace was the only thing she was wearing.

He returned to leaning his head against the headrest and closed his eyes.

She lifted her head and stared at him.

"I love you." She mouthed without making a sound.