Predatory Marriage

Predatory Marriage — Chapter 82. Difficult to Satiate (1)

Translator: Atlas / Editors: Eyljee, Regan

The sight of her beautiful face marked with his fluids was too much. Desire roared through him and Ishakan pounced, tipping her over in one swift movement. Crouching over her with his hands digging into the ground, Ishakan looked more like a predator than a lover, a hunt ending with the prey pinned and helpless.

Startled by the abrupt move, Leah froze for a moment. She could not move an inch. There was pain from the force of his grip on her wrist, and she was mortified and frightened, suddenly remembering the Kurkan boy who had gone berserk and attacked her.

Their morbid situation must have driven him into a frenzy and made him lose his reason. The thought filled her with fear and a shudder ran through her body, which did not go unnoticed by her captor. He laughed, tightening his grip, and Leah swallowed her fear and glared up at him.

“You really aren’t afraid.” His lips twisted with amusement, but his eyes were glowing with danger.

As their eyes locked, his manhood began to harden again, lengthening and grazing her tender abdomen, rigid and pulsing with heat. His intentions were crystal clear.

“If you were thinking, you should have run away…”

The whisper had barely reached her ears before her clothes were ripped away, revealing the pink n!pples of her bre4sts. They looked so tempting in the moonlight, and no wolf would waste the opportunity to taste and savor them. The light of his reason was guttering like a candle flame, flickering down to darkness, and Ishakan managed one more warning.

“This is your last chance, Leah…”

He meant it. If she pushed him away and ran, he wouldn’t stop her. There would not be another chance.

Fear simmered inside her. Her heart was pounding. She knew the danger and pleasure that awaited her, and she was trembling unceasingly…but this maybe this was her last chance in another way. And Leah chose not to squander it.

Ishakan had said he couldn’t help being unreasonable…

If she were in her right mind, she wouldn’t have gotten involved with him in the first place.

Instead of answering, Leah reached out and slid her hands behind his neck, pulling him closer. That guttering fire instantly ignited at her touch and Ishakan turned his head, muttering something in the Kurkan tongue that she couldn’t understand.

“You…” He lifted his face to her, voicing a low and eerie warning. “You’re…really bad…I’m going to lose my mind…”

His hand grabbed her br3ast and like a hungry beast he bit at the bud between his fingers, the tingling touch surging through her body as a short moan escaped her pink lips. Her softly arched hips moved up and down sensually.

His avid gaze noted the slightest reaction, the faintest sigh. Her br3asts swelled upward, hardening, and Ishakan relinquished her bre4sts in satisfaction, stripping away the remnants of her torn clothes. She tried instinctively to cover her body with her delicate hands, but it was too late. Ishaken pushed them away, gripping them as his eyes traveled over her body, downward…and there between her legs, looking at the damp cloth clinging to her folds.

“What is this?” He laughed low, rubbing his fingers over her underwear. “Already wet. Did you get excited by touching mine?”

She wished he would feign ignorance at times like this, but Ishakan never passed up such an opportunity. She could never admit it. Her face burned hotter with every breath, and she turned her face away, waiting for him to continue. Moments passed in anticipation, and when she finally looked back, Ishakan was sitting with his legs apart, leaning against the steel bars with mischief in his eyes. He knew exactly what her heart desired.

“You do it.” He laughed as she blinked at him, bewildered. “It would be nice if you did…”

He didn’t finish the sentence, trailing off with a quiet smile that didn’t conceal his excitement. His patience was wearing thin.

Leah rose and approached Ishakan, moving over his body. Looking down at his manhood, she lost confidence. It was so rigid, it stood up straight above his belly, and she hesitated as she slowly bent. At his tip made contact with her garden, a deep groan echoed. Her hips moved, up, down, as she searched for a rhythm.