The Betrayed Princess Rising (Lylah and Ezra) novel Chapter 238

Chapter 238

Lylah’s POV

It wasn’t just a kiss.

It was something deeper-something that came from his soul.

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I felt it in the way he touched me, in the way his lips claimed mine. Desire poured through the bond between us, raw and unguarded-lust, hunger, even a flicker of restraint that trembled on the edge of breaking.

My wolf stirred, answering him instantly. I kissed him back with the same intensity, the same wild, unspoken need.

Somewhere in the haze, the door clicked shut.

The next thing I knew, my back met the softness of the bed.

‘Ezra…” His name dissolved into a breathless sound as his lips trailed lower.

This time, he didn’t hold back.

It felt as though he had let go of whatever control he’d been clinging to. His touch followed no hesitation now. My collarbone, my chest, the curve of my ribs-every place he touched burned with new awareness, ike he was mapping me with something far more primal than intention.

I lost track of everything.

Heat pooled beneath my skin, my thoughts unraveling into nothing but sensation. My body responded instinctively, my wolf purring low beneath it all, reveling in the closeness, the claiming.

At some point, the last barrier of fabric disappeared.

The cool air kissed my skin, only to be replaced by the warmth of him, the softness of the sheets beneath

He returned to my lips, his breath uneven.

“Do you want to stop this?” he asked quietly. “Say it, because once I begin, I won’t turn back.”

“Don’t,” I breathed. “I want you.”

My hands found his chest, steadying myself against him-and that was when I felt it.

His heart.

It pounded hard beneath my palms, fast and powerful, like a caged beast straining against its ribs.

He wasn’t as composed as he seemed.

“Ezra…” I breathed, something vulnerable rising in my chest. “I’ve never done this before. Have you?”

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The question slipped out before I could stop it, pulled loose by the rhythm of his heartbeat, by the strange comfort in knowing he wasn’t untouched by this either.

He shook his head.

“No.”

My breath caught.

“Lylah,” he added, his gaze sharpening as it held mine. “Don’t lie to me. One word-and I’ll stop. I don’t want you to regret.”

Regret?

The thought didn’t even exist in my mind when I’m with him.

“Go on,” I said softly, holding his gaze.

Something in him snapped.

Whatever restraint he had left broke apart entirely.

This time, when he touched me, there was nothing careful about it.

“If it hurts,” he murmured against my ear, his body braced carefully over mine, controlled even in his urgency, “bite my shoulder.”

A faint, breathless laugh escaped me. “I can handle it.”

But when the moment came, my confidence faltered.

My eyes shut tightly, my body tensing as sensation surged through me-sharp, overwhelming, unfamiliar. My claws slipped free without thought, dragging lightly across his back as I held onto him.

A soft sound broke from me, half pain, half something else entirely.

But I didn’t want him to stop.

Not when he stayed so attuned to me-adjusting, guiding, never rushing. There was nothing uncertain in the way he moved, nothing inexperienced. He knew exactly what he was doing.

My breath fractured into shallow gasps, my fingers clutching the sheets as the world dissolved into fragments-heat, closeness, the steady rhythm of him.

of us.

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