Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince
Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 613

Sylvia’s POV:

The temperature in the narrow space grew hotter. Rufus and I were wrapped in a tight embrace, and I could hear his rhythmic heartbeat ringing in my ears.

Rufus put his arms around my waist and pressed his forehead against mine.

“Why wasn’t I able to smell your scent?”

I raised my head and shook the bell around my neck. “Because this bell can hide one’s scent from even their mate.”

Rufus gently touched the bell and smiled. “Hmm… Interesting.”

I remembered what happened a while ago and how Rufus’ men might have seen me in the outfit. My face flushed with embarrassment. “Don’t laugh. I’m so embarrassed. It’s all your fault.”

Rufus touched my head gently. “Don’t worry. No one saw you.”

I looked at him and pouted. However, his comfort made me feel better.

Rufus pulled me into his arms again and whispered, “Let’s go out.”

I leaned forward and pressed my head against his chest. “Why? It’s nice here. Just you and me.”

Rufus chuckled and stroked my hair. “It would be more comfortable outside.”

I understood what he meant. A blush flamed my cheeks. “Isn’t it more convenient to talk here? We can hear each other even if we speak in a low voice,” I said, feigning innocence.

“It’s dark in here. I want to see your dress. Everything happened too fast. I couldn’t see it properly,” Rufus whispered in my ear.

“No. I’m going to change it.”

With that, I tried standing up. But Rufus pulled me into his arms. “Then let’s do it here.”

“Are you crazy? How can we…” Before I could finish speaking, he pressed his lips against mine.

His body ground against mine, making the bell on my body chime. I wrapped my arms around his neck and straddled his crotch. I couldn’t resist rubbing against his e******n.

I grew sweaty, and the thin outfit stuck to my body, making me feel uncomfortable. I wanted to take it off but couldn’t reach the zipper on my back.

Rufus noticed what I was doing, so he grabbed my hands, took off his tie, and wrapped it around my wrists.

“It’s hot. I want to take it off.” I pouted and raised my hands, hoping he would help me remove the dress.

Rufus pulled down my hands and kissed them. Then, he turned over and pinned me under him.

Although the wardrobe was small, it was long enough for one person to lie down.

I lay on a pile of clothes and rested my legs wrapped in black stockings against Rufus’. I drew small circles with my toes all the way down his waist and abdomen.

Rufus’ muscles were taut, and his breath came out in pants. He grabbed my legs and parted them in one swift motion.

The fabric in my crotch was ripped apart.

I bit my bottom l*p as I felt the cool air hit my lower body. I was already wet.

Rufus took off his pants and hovered above me. He rubbed my nipple with one hand and reached into my wet v****a with the other.

I g*****d and arched my h**s, giving him more access.

The rising temperature and the way our bodies were pressed against each other gave me unprecedented pleasure.

The insides of my v****a convulsed, and the thumping of our bodies drove me crazy.

Just as I was about to reach climax, Rufus pulled out his hand and thrust his rock-hard p***s into me.

The deep thrusts made my body shiver with pleasure. It looked like he was riding me to heaven.

As the thrusts deepened, we rolled out of the wardrobe. Rufus finally saw the sensual outfit under the bright light.

I blushed and whispered in his ear, “Master, you can do anything you want with me tonight.”

As soon as I said that, Rufus turned me over and lifted my bum. Before I knew it, he thrust his p***s inside, making me gasp with pleasure.