The Lycan King’s Mark (Nevara) by Tiffanie L. Campbell novel Chapter 52

CHAPTER 52–Slow Fire

Thoren

She didn’t hesitate.

Her arms slid around my shoulders like she’d done it a hundred times before–and when she did, the tow

slipped.

It hit the floor without a sound.

But the sound I made?

Low, Guttural.

It scraped from somewhere deep in my chest and vibrated between our lips as her bare skin pressed

against me, soft and warm and so godsdamned perfect I nearly lost all reason.

I didn’t stop kissing her.

Couldn’t.

Her mouth was too sweet, too sure, too full of a hunger that matched mine.

My hands found her waist, fingers splaying wide to feel the curve of her hips, the heat of her spine, the slight tremble that ran through her when I gripped a little tighter.

I lifted her without breaking the kiss.

Her legs wrapped around me like instinct.

Like need.

Like she’d been waiting to do this since the day she first walked into my throne room, chin high and eyes full of fire.

I carried her across the room, past the bedpost, past hesitation, and lowered her onto the mattress like something sacred,

She didn’t shy away.

Didn’t reach for the covers.

Didn’t flinch when I leaned over her, eyes drinking her in like a man starved.

“Gods, look at you,” I breathed.

Her lips were flushed, parted. Her cheeks pink. Her chest rising fast.

She was trembling now, but it wasn’t fear.

It was anticipation.

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I kissed her again, slower this time. Deeper. Tongue sweeping across hers, coaxing soft sounds from throat that made my c**k throb against the inside of my pants.

I moved to her jaw. Her neck. Her collarbone.

She arched into me when I licked across the slope of her shoulder, hands threading into my hair when

nipped just below it.

“Thoren,” she whispered.

“Hmm?”

Her breath hitched as I moved lower, kissing down the swell of her breast, lips brushing across her n**

It peaked instantly, and I sucked it into my mouth, dragging my tongue in slow, lazy circles.

She gasped–arched–and I growled again, the sound vibrating against her skin.

My hand slid down her side, slow and reverent, tracing every curve.

When I reached her thigh, I shifted, settling between her legs and sliding my palm up the inside.

She sucked in a breath. Her legs parted.

But just as my fingers grazed the soft, hot skin near her core, she whispered-

“I’ve never…”

I froze.

Her eyes met mine–uncertain, not afraid.

“I know,” I murmured. “You told me.”

My fingers stilled, resting just above the spot I knew was already slick with heat.

“Do you want me to stop?”

She hesitated.

Then shook her head.

“No,” she whispered. “Touch me. Please. Fucking touch me.”

The way she said it–breathless, trembling–undid something in me.

“I’ll be gentle,” I promised.

And I was.

I slid two fingers through her folds, slow and deliberate, feeling her warmth, her wetness. Her hips bucked, and her lips parted on a gasp.

“Gods,” I murmured. “You’re soaked.”

Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t look away.

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I kissed her again, deeper this time, curling my fingers just slightly and pressing in–not all the v enough to feel her clench around me.

She whimpered into my mouth.

I swallowed the sound, fingers working slowly in and out, coaxing pleasure with every motion.

She was tight. Fuck, she was so tight.

I could feel her getting close–body writhing, breaths turning ragged.

And when I pressed my thumb to her clit, she shattered.

Her back arched. Her fingers clawed at my back. Her mouth opened on a moan that felt like it ripp through both of us.

I watched her fall apart, watched every second of it burn behind her eyes, and when she came dow kissed her again–soft, slow, reverent.

Then I pulled back.

She blinked at me, dazed.

“What–why did you stop?”

“I didn’t come here to finger you and leave,” I said roughly, stripping my shirt over my head. “I’m going

make love to you, Nevara. Not tease you.”

Her eyes widened. “Then–why stop?”

I undid my pants, kicking them off, and leaned over her again.

“Because I didn’t want to rush it,” I said. “Because I needed to be sure.”

“I am,” she whispered.

And when I pressed into her–slow, careful, deliberate–she didn’t flinch.

She gasped. Bit her lip. Dug her nails into my shoulders. But she didn’t stop me.

I pushed my c**k in agonizingly slow. She took me in inch by inch, walls stretching, clenching, pulling me deeper.

I didn’t move once I was fully buried inside her.

I just held her gaze, both of us frozen in that first breathless moment–together Joined Whole

“Still okay?” I asked, voice tight with restraint.

She nodded.

I moved.

And gods… nothing in my long, brutal life had ever felt like this.

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She was warm silk wrapped in fire. Her legs locked around my waist again, her body rising to meet thrust like she’d been made for me. Her fingers tangled in my hair, her lips dragged across my jaw, r

throat, my mouth.

I took my time. Long, slow, deep strokes. She gasped with every one.

I worshiped every inch of her and as her p***y got used to the size of my c**k, I fucked her like a pra never dared speak out loud.

My strokes became longer, deeper, faster. And when she came again, screaming my name, I didn’t s

Not until I’d followed her–coming with a broken groan into her heat, burying my face in her neck as I spilled everything I had into the woman I never thought I’d get to touch like this again.

We collapsed together, bodies tangled, sweat–slick and gasping.

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