The Lycan’s Fated Mate
The Lycan manifested in his mind, almost emotional:
“Take care of her. With your soul. Touch her like someone touching a miracle.”
“You don’t even hold back now…” Sasha replied, more like a fragile confession than a provocation, as he palmed one of her breasts, bringing his mouth to the nipple, sucking and nibbling with extreme care, attentive to every little sigh.
Lyra moaned softly, arching her body toward him, but looked away, embarrassed, biting her lip.
Sasha frowned and immediately lifted his face, gently holding her chin, forcing her to look at him, but with infinite patience he didn’t even know he possessed.
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