Virgin Sacrifice To The Last Lycan
I needed him to keep fucking me until I was strong again.
With every thrust, I thought I could feel myself gaining strength. When he came, spilling inside me, I imagined it was all the cure I needed. As he panted in my ear, catching his breath and smoothing a strong hand down my ribs, hip, thigh, and back up again, over and over, I stretched my leg again, and felt that, even though I could tell it was much better, it was still weak.
“Justin, more, please.”
“I may be a lycan, but even we have our limits, Helen. Give me a chance to breathe,” he laughed, pressing wet, lazy kisses between my shoulder blades.
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