Rewriting Her Destiny With The Lycan Kings-Chapter 42: This Is Yours As Well

Her hands began slowly unbuttoning her gown, and soon the few front buttons were unlocked. The satin linens shimmered beautifully. Devonte swallowed his saliva as he watched her actions. He clenched his fists tightly to hold himself back.

She slowly made her way under the giant tree there, completely out of sight of everyone, except for him. Her eyes looked at him with a gentle smile, and she opened her arms wide, inviting him warmly. "Come here. This belongs to you too. Take what is yours as well," she said quietly but clearly enough to send chills down his spine.

He lunged himself at her with great fervor, quickly claiming her lips in a passionate kiss. Both of them continued to kiss each other, She embraced him tightly, encompassing him completely. She allowed him to fully experience every aspect of her existence. Every touch, every sensation, every emotion was laid bare before him, for him to explore and relish.

He let out a guttural sound of pleasure as she tightened her grip on his hair, surrendering control to him. His hands roved over her body with growing urgency, desperately exploring every inch of her as she granted him increasing access.

"You are right," he groaned between kisses, his breath hot on her skin. "You belong to me just as much as to him. There’s no question about it."

His lips began to caress her neck, tracing a path from her jawline to her collarbone. She arched her head back, giving him greater access as shivers coursed through her body.

"Yes, Devonte. I’m yours too. There’s no comparison between you two. You are never second in anything."

She said with smiling eyes as she bit her lips when she felt his hard palm gripping her breasts. A low moan passed from her mouth when he gripped her nipple above the linen.

" You were perfect, Zara. Just perfect in every inch. God I want to punish you so badly for not letting me have you sooner."

He grumbled against her skin, his words sending tremors through her body. She clutched the tree branches for support as he lifted her dress, his actions growing more frantic.

"Damn it," he muttered between breaths, "You’re so wet."

His voice was rougher now, filled with a powerful need. He tore away her panties without hesitation, the wet fabric giving in easily under his hands. She arched her back in ecstasy as he began pleasuring her with his tongue. He drove deeper inside her pussy, made her see stars with closed eyes.

She gripped his hair in her fist tightly when he inserted his middle finger inside her hole, making her arch wider.

"Oh god..." she gasped out of the ultimate pleasure when he began to move his finger in and out. Her stomach begins to release butterflies thinking she is being fingered for the first time.

He grumbled against her soaked pussy as he heard her moans. He sensually licked her valley and slowly left a few spots in it.

"Not god my queen. You were supposed to moan only my name when you were being sucked like this. You were only allowed to scream my name when you were... fucked like this." Saying that he wildly begins to suck her juice out.

She was moaning loudly without caring about anything. Right now she cares about only one thing. She was having the greatest pleasure this world can offer her, and she wasn’t ready to stop that for anyone.

"Devonte... I’m close." She whimpered almost crying when she felt her tissues getting tighter. He groans against her lips hearing her.

"I know...don’t hold back..." his tongue goes faster for each word. "Wet my face, Zara. Cum on my face.." he slurped every drop of her pre cum. "Harder!"

As soon as his words hit her nerves. She got the biggest orgasm of her life once again. She gasped out louder when she felt her legs begin to shiver due to the aftershock. She was going hell crazy as he was licking every drop of her cum.

Her whole body was sweating due to the heavy release. She was trying to catch her breath. Meanwhile, he stood up from the ground and stared at her with intense eyes.

She felt some kind of deep sensation in between her pussy as she sensually licked his lips which still had her wetness. By the way, he was looking, Zara knew he wasn’t done yet.

Her eyes burned with anticipation, her breath catching as she tried to decipher his next move. But in a heartbeat, he shattered her thoughts, capturing her lips in a searing kiss again that left no room for hesitation. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

The intensity stole her breath, a mix of surprise and undeniable desire flooding her senses. His hands anchored her to him, their connection igniting like wildfire. She melted against him, her body instinctively arching to meet his, surrendering to the electrifying pull that left her craving more.

"I guessed it right. You taste divine." He says as he licks her lips one last time before breaking the hug. Her face instantly flushed as she heard his comment. She hid her flushed state, hanging her stare down.

He softly nuzzled her nose and caressed her curves. While he did that, she sensed that he was hesitating for something. Like he was holding back from doing something. She looked at him with a clueless expression. Trying to read his face.

"What’s wrong?" She asked with an air-changed voice, caressing his beard cheek. He still has that desire-filled look on his face. He looked at her with a craving in his eyes. Hunger to take this more deeper.

"I want you to do something for me," he murmured, his voice low and rough, sending a shiver down her spine as his warm breath grazed her bare neck. She swallowed hard, her heart pounding as the weight of his words sank in. She had a feeling she knew exactly what he meant, and her gaze flickered up to meet his.

His eyes burned with unrestrained desire, a hunger barely concealed by the fragile control he clung to. The intensity of it left her breathless, her pulse racing. He was holding himself back, but just barely, and the raw tension between them was palpable.

Somewhere deep inside, the courage she didn’t know she had surged forward. Slowly, she pressed her hands against his chest, pushing him back just slightly. Her eyes never left his, a silent challenge sparking in her stare. Then, with deliberate softness, her fingers trailed down to rest on his lower hip, the touch both bold and tentative.

He sucked in a sharp breath, his restraint unraveling as he watched her. The air between them grew heavy with unspoken understanding. She knew what he wanted, and her silent action told him she was ready to meet him halfway.

"You don’t have to do that if you don’t want to!" He said with a little bit of restraint he had on him. However, it was slowly slipping as he felt her unbuttoning his trousers. Her eyes never left his. She slowly got on her knees while looking at him.

"But I want to." She told him with a seducing tone. He got painfully harder hearing her reply. Before he grasps himself, she slowly takes his hardness inside her mouth.

"Fuck!" He groaned out of great pleasure as he felt the lips just hitting the exact spot. He clutched her waving hair in his fist and let her suck the hell out of him.

"fuck you are so good at this. My temptress. You are fucking good at this."

He groans out of great pleasure feeling her doing magic on his hard one. He suppressed himself from moaning louder. He doesn’t want anyone to witness this vulnerable side of him. But he was going through great pressure when she was doing so well on this.

"Damn it, Zara. You’re going to bring the hell out of me." he grasps himself as he feels himself nearing. He pushed himself more inside her throat, making her almost gag.

"Fuck... I’m coming..Zara I’m coming." He let himself lose as he came so hard deep inside her throat. He was breathing harder, and it got more possessive as he saw she drunk every but of him.

Devonte didn’t hesitate any longer. In one swift motion, he closed the remaining distance between them, his arms wrapping around Zara with a force that spoke of both need and possession. He lifted her effortlessly from the ground, her feet dangling for a moment before she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

Their lips met in a kiss that was anything but gentle, raw, intense, and filled with unspoken emotions. It wasn’t just passion; it was a battle of wills, a clash of feelings that had been bottled up for far too long. His hands held her firmly, as if anchoring her to him, refusing to let her go.

Zara melted into his hold, her fingers threading through his hair as he deepened the kiss, claiming her in a way that left no room for doubt. Her heart raced, her body responding to the heat of his touch and the fervor in his kiss. It wasn’t just desire. it was the weight of everything unspoken between them, pouring out in a single moment.

When he finally broke the kiss, his forehead rested against hers, their breaths mingling in the cool night air. His voice was a low, husky whisper as he spoke.

"Kill me next time if I ever doubt your feelings toward me. Nothing will prove it more than this."

Her eyes softened as her hands gently cupped his cheek. "And I will never give you a reason to doubt your place in my life. I promise."

He smiled at her, a satisfied grin spreading across his face as he glanced at their disheveled state. She shyly smiled back, her cheeks flushing under his teasing gaze. Quickly, she began buttoning up her gown, the reality of being outside finally hitting her. He, too, reached for his pants, chuckling softly as she fumbled with the buttons.

Before she could finish, he pulled her back into his arms, planting a lingering kiss on her lips. But their moment was abruptly interrupted by the loud blare of a horn. The sudden sound startled them both, and Devonte’s face hardened instantly. His posture shifted, his expression unreadable as realization dawned upon him.

"They got him," he said with a hint of accomplishment in his tone. But beneath that, there was a rising wave of anger that flickered in his eyes.