Loving The Cursed Werewolf King-Chapter 800: The Desperation **

The girl desperately tried not to get flushed red, but it was futile.

She controlled her breathing, as well as calmed down her pounding heart. But the desire that Ronan channeled through each of his fingertips burned Arielle even more. She wanted to be touched more.

Seeing Arielle’s defenseless body beneath him, Ronan was momentarily stunned. Every little movement of his wife, while trying to avoid his touch, looked very alluring and beautiful.

Arielle’s bright blue iris drowned him in the serenity he always longed for. Ronan could drown in that gaze for the rest of his life.

The girl’s skin became more sensitive. A smile graced his face upon sensing Arielle’s body also getting warmer under him. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

"Can I start it?" Ronan asked in a half-whisper.

Arielle nodded. She wrapped her arms around Ronan’s neck and accepted the man’s kiss wholeheartedly. The passionate kiss sent shivers down her spine. A sigh escaped her mouth as her husband rubbed her gently when they shared a kiss.

Arielle was his weakness and deadliest flame, Ronan thought as he growled softly.

Just look how pathetic he was. Although the man had promised himself not to do this until Arielle had completely recovered, his resolve crumbled to pieces the moment she seduced him.

His wife... his queen... his...

Ronan adored Arielle with every touch of his.

He slipped his tongue between Arielle’s lips, sipping on those small, plump lips greedily. He drank like a person trapped in a desert for a long time.

Ronan had restrained himself from overdoing it the last few days, and when he was given an opportunity, he did his best to quench his thirst.

Arielle found herself caught between Ronan’s sturdy hands. The man hugged her tightly. With just the right amount of pressure. It wasn’t too hard until she felt suffocating, but still perfectly embraced her.

Arielle gasped when Ronan lifted one of his legs, causing his manhood to touch her femininity. She closed her eyes tightly while gripping Ronan’s shoulder as the man entered her slowly.

Very slowly, until Arielle could feel every second of it.

Ronan let out a muffled groan. He wasn’t used to this slow movement. Arielle clamped him tightly down there, almost making him lose control. The man then buried his face in Arielle’s collarbone. He licked and bit their mate’s bite mark, causing her to moan harder and tighten him inside.

"Arielle..." called Ronan desperately. Everything felt so intense when he did it slowly like this. The pleasure rammed him wholly.

The hum of pleasure slowly filled every corner of the room. Ronan gave Arielle a deep and long kiss. His hands explored every curve of the girl’s body, looking for her sensitive parts.

Arielle returned Ronan’s kiss more passionately. Her hands ran through the man’s thick hair. And she allowed herself to be consumed in such a way by her husband.

After Ronan managed to insert his manhood and find Arielle’s deepest part, he stopped for a moment.

Arielle’s warm breath brushed against his ear as he began to move his hips slowly.

"Is this gentle enough?" asked Ronan, and Arielle nodded.

Ronan’s movement was steady. Arielle felt so full down there, and Ronan enjoyed every thrust he made.

"Oh... oh!" Arielle was surprised when Ronan sped up his movement, then thrust her gently like before.

The girl gasped, and Ronan used this opportunity to claim her lips once again. He played with Arielle’s tongue, forming wet and hot bonds. Arielle could not refuse. Ah, she did not want to refuse. She accepted everything Ronan gave wholeheartedly.

Arielle’s hands also didn’t stay still. After giving a few strokes on her husband’s cheek, she explored Ronan’s chest and back once again. Her finger then stopped in front of the man’s chest, touching his nipples lightly.

That light touch somehow managed to burn Ronan’s desire even more, making him groan in pleasure. The man didn’t want to lose either. He squeezed one of Arielle’s breasts and sucked the other one with his mouth.

"Ah!"

Ronan sucked on it slowly, making Arielle’s back arch beautifully under the touch of his hands.

Arielle gripped Ronan’s shoulders tighter. She didn’t even realize her nails dug into her husband’s back as pleasure clouded her mind.

Ronan’s touches never failed to bring her to heaven. Arielle could only let the man do whatever he wanted to her body.

Sensing Arielle’s submission, Ronan let his hand trail down from her breasts to her back, rubbing it gently. He then squeezed Arielle’s butt so he could thrust his length deeper.

His tongue played around the girl’s nipple, sucking them greedily while his other hand squeezed her other breast.

Arielle was getting wetter, and Ronan’s movements were slowly getting faster.

The girl’s embarrassment had long since disappeared. And it was replaced by a greedy feeling she never thought of. Her hips slowly moved in rhythm.

Ronan also noticed how Arielle had changed into a different person from a moment ago.

Their passionate scent merged with the air, making the atmosphere around them become sensual and voluptuous. It burned their desire and numbed all of their senses.

Ronan fucked Arielle gently. Although he hastened his movements, he did not do it roughly. His movements were much more patient than before instead.

The man took out his manhood and kissed every inch of Arielle’s body, giving a wet kiss on his wife’s inner thigh.

"Ronan, I want more," pleaded Arielle who suddenly grabbed Ronan’s hair.

The girl’s grip on his hair seemed desperate.

"Be patient, my love," Ronan replied with a chuckle.

Arielle’s whimper was muffled when Ronan slid his hands under her hips and lifted them up. The man adjusted Arielle’s position by placing her legs on his shoulders.

He held Arielle’s legs to keep them in place and slipped his tongue deep into her.

A gasp was heard. Arielle squirmed under Ronan’s touch. The man gently bit her already very sensitive clit while sliding two fingers in. He moved them in and out gently, making Arielle’s whimper get louder.

Arielle, who used to muffle her voice shyly, now didn’t care about her surroundings anymore. She was getting closer. Very very close.

Soon! there!

Ronan indulged Arielle’s clit again and thrust his fingers deeper. He moved to the deepest part of her. After several days of longing for it, finally, Arielle would get it!

"Ugh! Ah, yes Ronan!"