Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 648

Sylvia’s POV:

But I couldn’t shake off the fear of being caught having s*x in the open. Plus, guards were patrolling nearby. What if they saw us?

“Rufus, calm down—”

But before I could say anything more, Rufus covered my lips again.

My tongue and lips grew numb from the passionate k**s. My b*ody went limp under his touch. Desire consumed me and there was nothing I could do but let Rufus do whatever he wanted with me.

I felt my bra being unclasped. A pair of warm hands cupped my br*asts, massaging them gently.

Before I could stop myself, I let out a small M0@n. Desperately grasping onto my last bit of sanity, I grabbed his hand and asked, “Really? Here?”

My voice was trembling. Rufus made all reason go out the window, and I could feel his hard p*nis poking at my lower b*ody.

I had no time to care about anything else. I just knew that Rufus was very excited tonight.

“Hmm…” Soft gasps came through the gap between our lips. I broke into a cold sweat.

The k**s had made me lose myself. Overwhelming desire consumed my b*ody, which needed to be satisfied right then and there.

Rufus slipped his hand into my underwear. When his fingers reached my sensitive area, he chuckled. “Honey, you’re w*et.”

Then there came the sound of something entering.

“God!” I yelped in surprise mixed with ple@sure. I bit my lips and looked at him shyly.

At first, Rufus inserted one finger inside my tight p*ssy, then two, then three… He slowly thrust them in and out. The sound of liquid squelching was particularly loud in the quiet night.

I parted my lips slightly and raised my head to k**s him. Rufus was frowning slightly. His handsome face was already tainted with l*st. His hand didn’t stop moving as he lowered his head to stick his tongue inside my mouth, licking the tip of mine.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, arching my back slightly to the rhythm of his movement.

The liquid was accumulating at the entrance to my p*ssy as his fingers reached into the depths of my b*ody. “I… I can’t…” I stammered, biting my lower l*p. I could feel my face turn red, as though I was drunk.

Rufus lowered his head and started to s*ck the skin on my neck. Suddenly, he sped up his movement, as though he had gone crazy. The sound of liquid squelching became louder and thicker.

Just as I was about to lose control, Rufus scooped me up and carried me back to the room as fast as he could. I reached my climax on the way.

Before the door was closed behind him, Rufus pressed me against the wall and kissed me hard.

“Ah, be gentle…” I gasped, digging my fingers into his arms.

Rufus held my n*pple in his mouth and pressed the tip of his tongue against it. Then, he scooped me up and held his p*nis against my cr*tch. Even I could tell that I was sopping w*et.

But I didn’t care. I was so obsessed with him that I practically ripped off his clothes. Rufus let go of my br*asts and smiled. “No rush. I’ll give it all to you.”

Then he carried me to the bed. I parted my legs eagerly and soon, I felt his p*nis poking at the entrance of my p*ssy, rubbing against my sensitive area. Then, its tip was inserted into my p*ssy a little, but it didn’t go further.

“Give it to me, Rufus…”

Just as I raised my head to beg him, I saw the black thorns on his back. It didn’t disappear, but grew bigger and took shape.

I came to my senses immediately and felt like I had fallen into an ice cave.