Stolen by the Beastly Lycan King-Chapter 107: Remember This

"Look at you, princess," he murmured, a smug grin evident in his tone. "You’re so used to my touch now that your hands are moving on their own, desperate to give your body the pleasure it craves from me."

Lorelai’s brow furrowed at his audacious words, the faintest spark of defiance rising within her. She wanted to glare at him, to retort, but the intensity of her pleasure rendered her powerless. Her eyes remained firmly shut, her body too overwhelmed to obey her thoughts.

The sensations continued to build, soaring higher with every second.

She was losing control—her body quivered, her thighs trembled, and her breath came in shallow gasps. The movement of her fingers against her most sensitive spot aligned with Rhaegar’s relentless rhythm, his fingers plunging deep inside her.

Embarrassment warred with ecstasy in her mind, but the tide of pleasure was too strong, drowning everything else.

Then, she felt it—his lips brushing her ear before his tongue flicked out, gently licking her earlobe.

"Yes, just like that," he whispered, his voice dark and smooth, sending shivers down her spine.

Behind her, she became acutely aware of him. Heat radiated from his body, and she could feel the unmistakable press of his arousal—hardening, growing, and pushing insistently against her. The realization sent a fresh wave of sensation surging through her.

Lorelai shuddered, her entire body igniting in response. Her heart raced as the line between fear and pleasure blurred completely, leaving her utterly at the mercy of his touch.

In the enveloping darkness, every sound and sensation seemed magnified, overwhelming her senses. Without her realizing it, another finger joined the first, moving in and out of her wet opening. The motion was becoming almost too much to bear. The lewd, wet sounds filled her ears, each one amplifying the heat coiling in her belly and driving her pleasure higher.

A tingling tension spread through her abdomen, tightening with every second, her insides growing unbearably hot.

"Mmhmm..."

A soft moan escaped her lips as her fingers moved instinctively, rubbing her clitoris faster, harder, driven by the surge of sensation coursing through her body. Rhaegar’s hand spread her legs wider, his gaze fixed on her every reaction with an intensity that made his heart race.

"Remember this, Lorelai," he said in a deep voice. "Only I can make you feel like this."

A third finger slid into her, stretching her further, and a shudder rippled through her body as the pleasure climbed to an unbearable peak. She couldn’t stop the moan that spilled from her lips, her body quaking with the intensity of his touch. His fingers moved faster, harder, pushing her closer to the edge with every thrust.

"Remember everything we’ve done here, in your bed," Rhaegar continued, his voice a low murmur against her ear. "Can you live without it? Without me?"

"Ahh... Rhaegar!" she cried, his name a desperate plea as her body trembled under his control.

"Every time you lie in this bed, wrapped in your blanket," he whispered, his tone both tender and possessive, "you will remember this. You’ll remember what I’ve given you—how it feels to have me like this. Can you afford to lose that, Lorelai?"

Her back arched sharply as the sensations overwhelmed her, the tension inside her snapping all at once. Her body tightened around him, trembling uncontrollably as the waves of release crashed over her, leaving her breathless and utterly undone.

"Ahhhh!"

Finally, Lorelai shuddered uncontrollably as her first climax overtook her.

Her body trembled, muscles cramping in the aftermath, while Rhaegar slowly withdrew his fingers, savoring every moment of her continued release.

He watched her intently, the faint tremors of her body not escaping his notice. When her moans finally subsided into quiet, shaky breaths, he leaned in close, his voice a low, seductive whisper.

"You can open your eyes now."

Hesitantly, Lorelai obeyed, only for her gaze to fall on the sight of his large, tanned hand resting on her pale thigh. It glistened, wet from the fluids she had spilled, and the sight sent a fresh wave of embarrassment crashing through her.

Rhaegar didn’t miss her reaction. As soon as he realized where she was looking, he deliberately moved his hand back between her legs, the back of his fingers brushing against her sensitive skin. The wet, lewd sound that followed made her breath hitch, and she instinctively clenched her thighs, only to find his grip firm and unyielding.

His smile was slow and maddeningly confident. He wasn’t letting her hide from what had just happened—forcing her to confront the truth of her body’s response.

But Lorelai could find no words to say, her lips pressing tightly together as a fresh blush bloomed across her cheeks. The lingering tingles of her climax still rippled faintly through her, betraying her efforts to regain composure.

And then she remembered.

His arousal. The heavy, undeniable presence she had felt pressing against her back moments ago. Swallowing hard, Lorelai turned, shifting to face him fully. She was now seated between his legs, her gaze lifting hesitantly to his face before flickering downward—and freezing.

The front of his trousers was tight, the fabric straining to contain his obvious arousal. Rhaegar made no attempt to conceal it. Instead, he leaned back lazily, his posture exuding a casual dominance that set her pulse racing.

His amber eyes burned with an unapologetic fire as they roamed over her body, taking in every curve, every flush of her skin. The intensity in his gaze was enough to make her tremble, but it was his slow, predatory smile that truly undid her.

He raised his eyes to meet hers, the heat in them scorching. Though he didn’t speak, the message in his gaze was unmistakably clear: he wanted her, and he had no intention of hiding it.

His amber eyes were dark with desire, burning with a hunger that sent a shiver down her spine. The intensity of his stare made her breath hitch, as if he were silently promising to thrust that hardened manhood inside her until she was crying out, begging, desperate to reach her peak.

In the past, Lorelai had found that look terrifying, the rawness of his need overwhelming and incomprehensible. She had feared it because she understood exactly what it meant. But now, as his gaze roamed over her, smoldering with intent, the fear was gone—replaced by a surge of something entirely different.

It wasn’t terror she felt anymore. It was a deep, aching thrill that made her skin tingle and her heart race. The relentless fire in his eyes, once so daunting, now felt irresistibly erotic.