Stolen by the Beastly Lycan King-Chapter 110: Great Talent For Deceit

Lorelai sobbed with pleasure as his words sank into her, each one a wild and sweet proposal unlike anything she could have ever imagined. She was convinced—no other woman in the world had ever received a proposal like this. It made her feel special in a way she had never known.

And yet, despite the warmth spreading through her chest, she couldn’t bring herself to respond. Her silence hung heavily in the air, and Rhaegar’s smile faded into something bitter, his amber eyes narrowing, the fire within them dimming.

Her heart twisted painfully at the sight of him, the veil of regret dulling the brilliance of his gaze. She couldn’t bear it. She couldn’t let him sink into that shadow.

So she kissed him.

Tentatively, her lips brushed his before her tongue flicked out to taste him, awkward and unpracticed. Rhaegar responded immediately, his sharp teeth grazing her tongue in playful mockery of her shy attempt.

But she didn’t stop. Her tongue pressed deeper, squirming as he captured it, sucking and toying with her gently yet fervently, drawing her further into the kiss.

Wanting to show him that she had learned from him, Lorelai reached up and caressed her own breast, her fingers mirroring the lessons he had taught her. When their lips finally parted, she was breathing hard, her chest heaving as her eyes locked on his.

Rhaegar stared back at her, panting heavily, and the intense fire in his amber gaze flared to life once more.

"Lorelai, you..." His voice was rough, barely above a whisper, the words catching as they left his lips. "Once again, you’re not being honest with me."

Mischief lit his eyes as he leaned in and bit the tip of her nose, his touch surprisingly gentle as he released her from his passionate hold.

"I do not believe you were born with such a great talent for deceit."

Lorelai remained silent, but Rhaegar’s sharp eyes seemed to pierce through her, already deciphering the truth hidden behind her quiet demeanor. He knew how she felt, knew exactly what she truly wanted to say but wouldn’t.

The conversation, which had been more of a monologue on his part, came to an abrupt end as Rhaegar shifted his focus. Without another word, he lifted her legs over his broad shoulders, replacing speech with action.

The considerable difference in their sizes caused Lorelai’s hips to lift off the bed, and with one smooth motion, his erection penetrated deep into her.

"Ugh...!"

Lorelai’s eyes widened as a new wave of intense sensations surged through her.

This position made it much harder to endure his full length, and her calves trembled violently with each deep thrust. His manhood pushed into her slowly, deliberately, until it reached the deepest part of her, sending a surge of heat radiating from her core. The sensation coursed through her entire body, leaving her trembling and overwhelmed.

She let out a loud, desperate moan as her back arched sharply, her spine curving as if trying to escape the overwhelming pleasure. But Rhaegar didn’t relent. His movements were relentless, driving into her with an intensity that left her shuddering.

Seeing her like this only fueled his desire further.

Another climax struck her like lightning, so intense that for a fleeting moment, the world went dark, and she thought she had gone blind. Her body felt limp and unsteady, but with great effort, Lorelai reached out, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Her head tilted back as she gasped for air, her trembling lips forming a plea.

"Rhaegar... please... it’s too much. I’m too sensitive..."

Her insides were quivering, clenching uncontrollably around his length, and she knew he could feel it. Yet, the man didn’t stop moving his hips. Lorelai truly thought she might shatter under the intensity. Scratching at his back with trembling fingers, she pleaded in a broken, desperate voice.

"I’m exhausted... Ahhh, I can’t take it anymore... Please..."

"Please what? Come on, princess, you can’t be exhausted already."

"No, I’m serious... let’s rest... I can’t do this anymore..."

Rhaegar’s lips curled into a sly smile as he quickened his pace, his tone teasing yet firm.

"See? Your words say one thing, but your body says another. If you truly wanted to rest, your insides wouldn’t be clinging to me so desperately, Lorelai."

She had no way to argue with him, though she had never felt more overwhelmed. Her gaze turned hazy, her voice reduced to incoherent moans as saliva escaped the corners of her lips. Her arms slipped away from his neck, her body surrendering completely to him, as though it no longer belonged to her.

"Ah, ahhhh..."

She couldn’t stop climaxing. Her body trembled uncontrollably, and Rhaegar held her steady, his strong forearms bracing her as his large hands gripped her firmly. His expression turned darkly amused, almost wicked, as he watched her unravel beneath him.

The princess shuddered, her senses spinning in a dizzying whirl, unable to tell where the pleasure ended and she began.

Wrapping his strong arms around her, Rhaegar lifted her from the bed, leaving her suspended in the air.

Lorelai’s stomach sank with unease, her body trembling as she clung to him. Sensing her apprehension, he held her tighter and pressed her back against the cold wall of her bedroom. The chill against her skin made her shiver, her legs instinctively floating as he kept her securely in his grasp.

Clouded as her thoughts were, she wasn’t so much worried about the position itself as she was about falling.

The fear of crashing to the floor sent a jolt through her, and her thighs clamped tightly around his waist. She locked herself around him with all her strength, but before she could voice her concerns, his thick, heated length slid into her once more.

A wet, obscene sound echoed between them as his manhood plunged deep inside her, each powerful thrust rocking her entire body. Her breasts pressed against his broad chest, the friction of her hardened nipples against his firm muscles igniting new waves of sensation.

Her moans filled the room again, raw and unrestrained.