Reviva
Chapter 162
Nyssa pov
Huh.
Was I hallucinating, or was the Lycan King really kissing me right now?
I blinked, my eyes wide, staring at nothing in particular as I felt Darius’s lips on mine–moving, claiming, with his hand gripping my chin, kissing me with a hunger that left me dazed. Shocked. Confused. And worst of all, it made my body heat up in ways I couldn’t even control.
Holy fuck.
One second he was scolding me for sneaking out, and the next… he was kissing me?
I wanted to pull back, to ask why he was doing this. I knew I should. But as his lips pressed harder against mine, I couldn’t move an inch. My body stayed frozen in place, betraying me. I could swear I heard the deafening thump of my own heartbeat, Sheila’s soft purr echoing in my head, even the clock ticking in the background until everything blurred away.
Before I knew it, my eyes fluttered shut as Darius’s hand slid to cup my cheek, deepening the kiss as though he couldn’t get enough of me. A moan slipped from my lips as if some invisible force was pulling me under, and instinctively, my arms wound around his shoulders, dragging him closer as I kissed him back.
A low growl rumbled from Darius, vibrating against my mouth, and his hand moved to the back of my neck as he kissed me harder, his lips almost bruising, making my head spin, making everything blur and turn hazy.
Goddess, I wanted more. I needed more of him.
Before I could even react, his hands drifted lower, and a startled gasp escaped me as he wrapped them firmly around my waist. In the next heartbeat, he lifted me off the ground with effortless strength, holding me close.
Instinct took over, I wrapped my legs around his waist, and the moment I did, he carried me to the wall, pressing me against it without breaking the kiss for even a second.
My grip tightened on his shoulders as our lips clashed harder, my hand sliding into his hair, running through it as a moan slipped from me the instant Darius pressed himself against me. And then I felt it–hard, straining, begging to be freed against me.
His boner.
“Nnngh,” I gasped, my eyes nearly rolling back as I pressed my clit against his hardness, desperate for more. As if he already knew exactly what I craved, he rolled his hips slowly into me, and with my maid outfit riding up, the short dress had hitched high enough that I could feel him directly against my panties, every grind sending shudders through my body.
His hand tightened at the small of my waist, dragging me closer, and as he pulled from the kiss, his other hand rose to my neck, tilting it to the side. He leaned in, lips brushing down my skin, breathing me in as his mouth parted and his fangs extended–grazing my flesh just enough to make me tremble, my breath hitching. My grip on his hair tightened as he continued, kissing and dragging his fangs across my neck deliberately, as though he knew exactly how crazy it made me.
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“M–my king-“I stammered, my voice trembling as my lips parted, the words catching in my throat. Darius kept grinding into me, hips moving at a torturously slow pace, as if he were teasing me on purpose.
“You want me to punish you, don’t you?” he murmured, his voice a deep hum against my ear. I shivered at the warmth of his breath ghosting over my skin.
“You want me to punish you in your servant’s place–is that what you’re asking?”
His words brushed over me and I whimpered, shuddering as his lips grazed my ear. My body was trembling, on the verge of unraveling from how sensitive I felt, but at his question, I sucked in a sharp breath and answered.
“Y–yes… Yes, please punish me instead of my servant. I’ll accept anything you give me.”
Darius pulled back just slightly, his gaze locking with mine. His eyes gave nothing away, but I could feel his surprise at how quickly I’d answered, without a flicker of hesitation.
Goddess knew what thoughts were turning in that man’s mind. My panties were soaked, my body aching, desperate for release, desperate for him, yet this was what he asked me.
It didn’t matter. I didn’t need to understand. I would do anything to save Serena.
He arched a brow, tilting his head as he studied me, his voice so low I almost missed it.
“Why go to such lengths for a se
I didn’t falter, not for a moment.
“Because that servant gave up her life for mine without hesitation… and I won’t hesitate to give mine too.”
I wanted it to sound strong but I heard the crack in my own voice. Not because I didn’t mean it. No. It was because,
Goddess help me, I was dying inside.
My pussy throbbed, aching for him, needing him.
“I see,” Darius finally spoke, his voice cold and emotionless as always. Before I could react, he suddenly pulled me away from the wall. I gasped as he carried me to the bed and set me down gently.
To my surprise, I barely had time to comprehend what was happening before he spread my legs apart. In a swift motion, he shoved my dress higher, lifted me slightly, and hooked a finger into the waistband of my panties. Without hesitation, he tugged them off. My eyes widened in disbelief as I watched him toss the thin fabric carelessly to the side before his hands returned to my thighs, forcing them wider, exposing me completely.
Holy mother of the goddess.
My heart felt like it was about to leap from my chest, and even though this wasn’t the first time he had seen me naked, I was still beyond embarrassed.
“Y–you… what are you doing?” I stammered, trying to squeeze my legs shut, but his grip only tightened. He leaned in closer between them, and in that same cold voice, he spoke.
“Punishing you… You want to take the punishment for your servant, don’t you?”
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Chapter 162
He paused, lowering himself until his hot breath ghosted over my dripping pussy, making a groan slip from me.
“Then take it… every inch of it.”
I barely had a second to process what he’d just done before Darius slipped two fingers between my folds, spreading me open slowly, then plunged his warm tongue inside me. Without waiting even a second, the man below me began moving in and out, setting a rhythm that made me literally see stars as wave after wave of pleasure shot through me.
“Goddess!” I screamed, instinctively trying to slam my legs shut, but Darius grabbed one of my thighs tighter, keeping it firmly in place.
And then he thrust those two fingers deep inside me.
As soon as he did, just like with his tongue, he didn’t start slow. Instead, he slid his fingers in and out at the same relentless pace, thrusting hard, making my insides feel so full and stretched. He hit so deep inside me that my eyes rolled back, and! quickly slapped a hand over my mouth to muffle the loud moans spilling out.
Oh Goddess, what was this man doing?! W–why did it feel so good?
I wasn’t sure, but I couldn’t dwell on it because as his fingers kept skillfully pumping inside me, my body reacted on its own. I began rocking my hips against his tongue, against his fingers, and as I pulled my hand away from my mouth, shameless moans spilled out.
“M–my king…” I whispered breathlessly, lifting my head slowly to look down at him.
But Darius didn’t respond. He didn’t answer me. He just kept going until I saw stars, until I couldn’t breathe, until I unraveled beneath him. And as he did, I finally understood what he meant by punishment, because that night wasn’t like the one we had shared before.
No, it was different. Rougher.
Darius didn’t just fuck me, he ruined me in a way I had never experienced before. And all through that night, his name echoed through every corner of the packhouse.
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