The Lycan King’s Second Chance Mate (Ashanti)
Chapter 141

Chapter 0141

I crown her entrance once more and push in as carefully as I can, she bites her lips to stop. herself from screaming.

"Don't hold it in, Ashanti. Scream if you must and don't be afraid to tell me to stop if the pain becomes unbearable. Is that understood?"

"Yes." She agrees with a nod. I go back to what I'm doing. She starts writhing beneath me when I push in the tip of my c**k into her tight little p**y. I can see it stretching to accommodate it. She squeezes my hand and clutches my side, breath hitching. I pull out and she lets out a sigh of relief as she looks down.

"It's so big." She cries.

"I know, baby. I know." I push just the tip of my d**k in again and lower myself on her body. Look at me." I try to distract her. "How does it feel?"

"Like nothing I've ever felt before." I kiss her lips. I plant soft kisses all over face before kissing her lips again whilst trying to go deeper.

"Ahhh..." She moans in my mouth. I close my eyes and give one deep thrust, breaking through her barrier and all hell breaks loose. Her body wriths underneath mine and I have to wrap my arms around her to hold her still.

"I... I can't. It's too much." I stay still in her as I plant more kisses on her face.

"You're doing great, baby, just relax. Relax." My words work like magic. She stops fighting me and stays still. I pull out and thrust into her again. I feel every inch of her slick inner walls as they glide around my shaft. That friction sent waves of pleasure through him, all of which wound tight and low in my belly.

It takes all my willpower to stop myself from thrusting into her too quickly. I want to savour this moment. The feeling of her body taking me inch by inch, of her c**t stretching around me, so wet, so tight, so hot. I want to relish the look of pleasure upon her face. I want to revel in her every reaction. The tiny twitches of her body, the sensual whimpers from the back of her throat, the fluttering of her lashes, the parting of her lips with her shallow breaths..

She is perfect.

And she is mine..

Tension grips my limbs as my pleasure builds to a new, impossible height. My self-control is bound only by a fraying twine, and those sensations slice through each thread, one by one, until the restraints finally break.

With a growl, I snap my hips forward, burying myself in her fully.

Ashanti gasps and arches her back, brushing her hard nipples against my chest. I wrestle back my control, if only barely, and pause. Her p**y pulses around me; I can feel every tremor, no matter how small, every quiver, feel even the beating of her heart. She fits around me perfectly. Her body welcomes me, beckons me, begs me for more and offers everything in return.

All the desire roaring in my soul like a ravenous beast, all the need, cannot not prevent me from appreciating this moment, this intimacy. Cannot prevent me from appreciating Ashanti. All I have to do now is sink my canines into her neck and mark her and we'll be one. But I won't.

"You are mine alone." I rasp, dipping my head to brush my lips across her forehead. Even that small movement causes enough friction to shake me to my core and quicken my heart. Raising her knees, Ashant tips her head back and trails kisses along my jaw toward my ear, where she whispers;

"Please don't stop." I draw back my hips and lift my head. Staring into her eyes, I thrust again. This time, a shudder wracks us both.

"Oh God, I can feel those inches." Ashanti lifts a hand to my face and strokes it before slipping her fingers into my hair. Despite the overwhelming sensations flooding me, I am stricken with pride. The corner o my mouth quirks as I push into her again. "My c c k pleases you?"