Stolen by the Beastly Lycan King-Chapter 106: Singing to My Touch

He closed his mouth, saying no more. Lorelai, wrapped in his arms, found herself at a loss for words. His strong hand reached out, grasping her thigh firmly, his voice heavy with displeasure.

"Is the queen still controlling what you eat?"

Lorelai pretended not to hear the question. She had gradually started regaining her appetite, especially since she stopped drinking Althea’s tea. Yet, strangely, even though the queen no longer watched her every move, no matter how much she ate, she wasn’t gaining weight. It was as though her body refused to change.

Fortunately, Rhaegar didn’t press the issue. She wasn’t sure what she’d say if he did. Even though he had already told her he loved her body just as it was, she couldn’t help but feel self-conscious about it.

She was startled when his hand brushed her left breast, and her eyes widened as he smiled, guiding her other hand to her right breast.

"Feel it, Lorelai," he murmured. "Feel how badly your body craves me when I touch you like this."

She hesitated but obeyed, gently squeezing her own breast as he instructed. A tingling sensation ignited in her lower belly, and her cheeks flushed as his soft chuckle reached her ears.

With her eyes closed, her other senses sharpened. Every sound seemed louder, every touch more electric. She shivered at his lightest caress, the heat of his presence enveloping her. Slowly, almost timidly, she began to mimic his movements, her breath hitching as she followed his lead.

Gently, he caressed her breast, his fingers teasing her sensitive nipple with a light pinch.

Lost in the sensation, Lorelai hesitantly mimicked him, pinching her own nipple. The feeling was strange, almost foreign, and her body immediately betrayed her frustration—it wasn’t the same. She couldn’t match his touch, and the difference made her shiver.

Rhaegar’s grin widened as he noticed her struggle. His teasing continued, deliberate and maddening, until Lorelai stretched her legs, her body tingling with every sensation he elicited. Her thighs trembled, parting slightly, revealing the place aching for his attention.

Resting her head against his broad shoulder, Lorelai drew in a shaky breath. Perhaps it was the darkness surrounding her, cloaking her in a fragile sense of courage, that made it easier to act. She pressed her lips to his neck, brushing them softly against his skin, while her free hand instinctively clawed at his forearm.

Rhaegar chuckled again, a low, satisfied sound that resonated in her chest.

"See?" he murmured, his voice deep and intimate. "Your body is practically singing to my touch. I want you to feel what I feel. I want you to see the truth."

His words sent a thrill coursing through her. When Lorelai tilted her head back, offering her lips, Rhaegar was ready. He kissed her without hesitation, his mouth capturing hers as if he had been waiting for this exact moment.

The kiss was overwhelming—deep, slow, and consuming. When his tongue slid past her lips, licking her with unrestrained passion, a low moan escaped her. She melted into the pleasure, her body reacting instinctively, yielding to the man who now controlled her every sensation.

Rhaegar’s hand moved, guiding hers away from her breast and down to her legs. The heat between them was palpable as his fingers brushed against her sweat-dampened thighs, drawing closer to the wet fabric of her undergarments.

Lorelai trembled, every nerve in her body alight with anticipation, as his touch claimed her, drawing her further into the intoxicating haze of desire.

The embarrassment Lorelai felt in that moment eclipsed what she had experienced when touching her breast earlier. Desperately, she tried to withdraw her hand, but she couldn’t—Rhaegar’s firm grip held it in place, unyielding.

Guiding her hand, he made her explore further, slipping beneath the fabric of her underclothes. Her fingers brushed against her own flesh, and she felt the slick wetness there.

"Ah, please..." she whispered, her voice trembling with both shame and overwhelming sensation.

Her legs quivered uncontrollably, and each time her fingers grazed her sensitive skin, her hips jerked in response.

She could feel the swollen ache of her clitoris, and every hesitant touch sent heat rushing to her face, the intensity of it all making her dizzy. The sensations consumed her, pressing down on her like a tidal wave, leaving her helpless in their wake.

But it wasn’t over. Rhaegar’s hand moved with deliberate purpose, slipping lower, his fingers brushing against the edge of her wet, trembling opening. Lorelai almost sobbed aloud at the contact, the mix of pleasure and mortification making her head spin. frёeωebɳovel.com

"Now, do you see what I’m talking about, Lorelai?"

Rhaegar’s deep voice rumbled near her ear, his breath warm against her flushed skin. He gently nipped her earlobe, coaxing her further. "Keep touching here," he murmured, his tone both commanding and tender. "I’ll take care of the rest. Feel it all, princess—the truth your body is speaking to you."

With excruciating slowness, his thick finger pushed inside her, and Lorelai gasped, her cheeks burning in embarrassment and overwhelming arousal. Despite her hesitation, she obeyed his instruction, her trembling hand moving to rub her swollen bud.

Rhaegar’s fingers worked expertly, flexing and curling as they moved inside her, stroking with a rhythm that was both fast and deep.

The lewd, wet sound that followed was embarrassing, and yet, Lorelai couldn’t stop the shuddering moans that escaped her lips. Her body betrayed her at every turn, responding eagerly to his touch, even as her mind struggled to keep up with the overwhelming flood of sensation.

Lorelai’s hand moved hesitantly, her efforts faltering as she struggled to match his unrelenting pace.

"How much longer...ahh... does it have to go on?" she managed to gasp, her voice trembling with a mix of desperation and overstimulation.

"Until I decide it’s over, princess," Rhaegar replied in a low, commanding tone.

Her breath hitched, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her. Seeking relief, she brought her free hand back to her breast, instinctively rubbing her nipple while her other hand continued its trembling movements over her clit. Meanwhile, Rhaegar’s fingers moved inside her with maddening precision, coaxing her body into submission.