Chapter 202 – Absent Luna of the Lycan King Novel (Ivy & Kyson)

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“That is why I said be careful with your words, though I would have happily stayed down there forever” he laughs before kissing my sensitive skin.

I laid back on the bed, and Kyson crawled up the bed towards me. He hovered above me for a second, dipping his head and kissing me. He forces his tongue into my mouth, making me taste myself on his lips.

I felt the way that my skin came alive under his kiss, and I wanted more. Those kisses trailed down towards my b*****s, circling around my nipples. My b*****s had never felt so sensitive before. The flick of his tongue against my nipple made me shudder. His teasing kisses moved higher to my collarbone and neck, and he sucked on my mark making tingles spread all over as he settled his weight between my legs.

I saw the desire that was flaring up in them. I saw how much he wanted me and wondered if he could see how much I wanted him. The soft way that his lips touched me made me shudder and long for more. Yet fear also lingered, though I had nothing to fear with Kyson.

It started with a kiss. Then another, leaving me breathless when he pulled back and looked down at me. “What’s wrong?” He asks but I shake my head. Nothing was I was being silly, yet last time s*x led to a baby. A baby we lost

Kyson kisses me gently before I watch him sit up on his elbows, and he sighs. “Azalea?” he murmurs and I knew he could feel my indecision through the bond and my hand trembled as I tried to push his shorts down, knowing he wanted this which made me feel guilty that I thought to deny him.

I could feel the outline of his hard c**k straining against the fabric. I knew what to expect, yet his hand gripped mine, stopping me.

“No. Not unless you tell me why your mood shifted?” He said.

“It’s fine;” I replied, hearing how small my voice sounded when I spoke.

“I want you to be sure,” he said, cupping my face in his hand.

“I’m sure,” I said.

“And I don’t believe you,” he growls, leaning down and nipping at my lips.

He leaned forward, looming over me and looking at me, concern etched into his face. He watched me then looked down his body to where his c**k was inches away from my p***y. I felt how my p***y twitched with the need for him as the bond flared, feeling his body pressed against mine. It was frightening to have my body control me like that, but there was something very freeing about it, too

He kissed my cheek, though, attentive to how I was feeling

“We don’t have to, Azzy.” He said softly, feeling my worry, but he had it wrong I wasn’t worried about having s*x with him I was worried about getting pregnant I knew I wasn’t ready for that again

“No, I want to,” I tell him before pulling my lip between my teeth.

“You don’t want me to knot you?” he says. My face heats, and I look away but also nod. Yet Kyson doesn’t seem mad. The feeling through the bond was understanding,

“We can use protection, or we can wait It’s up to you,” he says, kissing my cheek.

I nodded, surprised a little by how gentle and understanding he was. He rocked his hips against me, and I gasped. Gosh, how I wanted him, and I could feel he needed this, needed some connection.

My hand moves to his hip, and I push down on the waistband of his pants.

“Azzy?” He purrs.

“We can use protection,” I tell him, and he smiled playfully, his eyes flashing black with excitement. “Really?” | nod, biting my lip and he pecks my lips before moving and reaching into the drawer beside the bed. I watch as he tears the condom between his teeth before pushing his pants down and slips it on before he settles back between my legs.

I wrap my arms around his neck, tugging him closer so I can kiss him, and he obliges, smiling against my lips as he kisses me back. I wanted this, wanted him.

When the tip of his c**k first touched my entrance, I felt a shudder of pleasure return through my body. removing the tension I felt moments ago.

I felt his shaft slip inside me, inch after inch, moving inside and filling me, stretching me around his thick girth. Every little movement that he made sent shudders of pleasure through me. My body had never felt that sensitive before, and it was overwhelming.

I relaxed and let my body take the lead kissing his chest; Kyson let his calling slip out, knowing what! wanted. I felt a kind of euphoria wash over me, and a calmness at his tenderness.

He rocked his hips back and forth. He started out so slowly and so gently at first, but every time that he picked up the pace and went a little harder, I started to moan louder and cry out. I think he could tell that I was ready to take more, and he f****d me harder and faster.

With every little increase in pace, I felt my body shudder with pleasure as I gave myself over to my senses, gave myself over to him.

Before I knew it, my inner walls clenched tight as an almost violent orgasmic eruption rolled through me. I saw stars and moaned. Still, he kept thrusting in and out of me while kissing me, his lips devouring mine. His thrusts became harder, brutal as he pounded into me, pushing me through wave after wave.

His movements were hard and fast as he chased his own o****m. Leaning up, I kissed him harder, moaning into his mouth while my walls gripped him. He groaned into my mouth, and I felt him losing control; his eyes darkening impossibly more.

His body trembled as he thrust deep into me a few more times with a jagged and desperate rhythm when ! felt his c**k twitch inside and the base of his c**k swelled as he came. I moaned as his knot forced its way inside me before becoming lodged and he stilled, falling heavily on me. I shuddered with aftershocks trying to catch my breath when he rolled, pulling me on top of him. My body was alive in a way it hadn’t been before.

“I love you,” Kyson whispered, kissing my temple as his fingers trailed up my side.

“I love you too,” I told him while turning my face and kissing his chest. For once, it seerned we were in the same place, not separated by command or tension or either of us fighting the bond. Both present and just enjoying each other’s embrace instead of being at war and ruled by angered emotion,

Azalea

As nothingness crept through me and I gave myself to the oblivion of sleep. What I wasn’t expecting was to wake up in a different reality or a nightmare. I couldn’t be sure but it felt off, surreal and out of place.

I couldn’t figure out where I was or why I was here as I was placed down on something soft before a woman walked away. The woman stood by the door, peering out the crack in a lavender colored robe that swept the floor, her dark hair braided down her back as she peered out.

At first I thought I was dreaming of losing my child, the sounds of wailing children echoed around me. The room was dim, orange hues cast the walls in shadows and illuminated what appeared to be a nursery.

Sloping mountains covered in snow, and blue skies and forest covered the walls, soft beige and pinks covered the crib in which I sat in. The loud noises coming from beyond the door had me clutching my ears, and I screamed. And that is when I recognized where I was. I was in the Landeena Castle, I was at home, and this was my room, therefore this was no nightmare, it was a memory, one I found myself trapped in

The banging outside made the woman rush back in and shut the door, my screams grew louder when the banging stopped. The woman turned, pressing her back against the door and bracing her arms on the wall. That is when I looked into the eyes of a petrified mother, my petrified mother. Queen Tatiana.

“Tatty, it’s me, open up.” Came a voice I had grown up with, a voice I never thought I would hear again before my mother stepped aside and let her in and the woman burst in brandishing a sword.

“We are under attack. Garret, where is Garret?” Marissa asked, clutching my mother’s arms.

“I don’t know, he was in bed. I heard her wake and came to check, then as I was leaving I heard gunfire,” my mother says before looking over her shoulder at me. Marissa also does before rushing to the wardrobe, she grabs blankets out, her maids uniform covered in blood. She thrust the pink blanket at my mother.

“Go. Take her out the window. I will find Garret,” Marissa tells her before rushing over and plucking me from my crib, she thrusts me toward my mother who backs away,

“Who are they?” my mother asks her and Marissa shakes her head

“You need to run,” Marissa tells her but my mother shakes her head and grits her teeth.

“Who are they, Marissa?” Marissa whimpers and tears flood down her cheeks, my tiny hands wipe her face before patting her cheek. “Ma Ma, don’t cry.”

“Marrissa answer me! Have they come for us?” my mother asks and Marrissa sniffles.

“You need to run, you’re wasting time,” Marrissa says trying to pass me off to my mother. My mother backs away from me

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