The Queen and the Lion - Chapter 25
A bitter twist played on Aslan’s lips at the thought. The last. The thought that this would be the last time he held Lysian made his fingertips go cold and his stomach churn.
Aslan’s voice, a low, husky whisper, was a mix of boundless rage, arousal, and a soaring desire fueled by Lysian’s permission.
“I fear I may tire the queen if I indulge myself too much. I am rather rough.”
“Oh, how confident you are.”
But Lysian only responded lightly. In fact, it was exactly what she wanted to hear, as she was curious to see just how much he would indulge himself. Lysian provocatively fueled the fire in Aslan’s chest.
“If you have your fill, but I am not satisfied, then you will have to cater to my desires for a while.”
“It’s an offer I can’t refuse.”
The competitive Aslan accepted Lysian’s challenge. He chuckled lowly and pushed Lysian onto the desk.
The hard sensation against her back, unlike the soft bed she was accustomed to, made Lysian stiffen slightly. And Aslan’s position, towering over her, was also unfamiliar. Aslan looked down at Lysian, licking his lips like a predator eyeing its prey. His pale daisy-colored irises shimmered with blazing passion.
Aslan buried his face in Lysian’s neck, greedily, and pulled down the straps of her dress. As the fabric fell away, her voluptuous b*****s were revealed.
He licked the delicate, cherry-like bud atop the snowy mound of her b****t, then roughly grabbed the other one. Lysian moaned in pain as his rough, hasty hands squeezed her.
“Ugh…”
“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this?”
Aslan muttered greedily, biting into the soft, elastic b****t. Everything about Lysian was seductive and drove Aslan wild. He couldn’t get enough. She was like a swamp that would only be satisfied by completely engulfing him.
His thick palm gripped Lysian’s b******s, then slid down her thighs to her calves. He pulled her skirt up to her thighs and massaged her milky-white thighs with his palm. Sweat beaded on her thighs from the s****l tension.
Aslan’s e******n throbbed, demanding entrance. It would be easier to go in all at once, but he couldn’t. He didn’t want to. Although Lysian had given him permission, he was worried that he might hurt her if he really went all out. Apart from wanting her body, he might lose her forever.
Despite being at her mercy, she was still a virgin and a queen. She had no experience with the rough and violent s*x that Aslan was accustomed to.
Aslan tried to restrain himself. Being able to touch Lysian so freely was enough for him right now.
Aslan gently used his fingers to prepare her. Although he had slept with her many times, she wasn’t experienced enough for him to simply thrust inside her.
“Mmm…”
Lysian blushed and let out frequent breaths as his fingers stirred inside her. Her slightly blurred eyes and reddened eyelids were beautiful. It was something she had only ever shown to Aslan.
Until now.
And in the future.
As soon as he thought about the future, Aslan’s expression turned cold. Lysian, panting beneath his fingers, was incredibly lovely. Now, there were no bothersome restraints. Dark thoughts crept into his mind.
What if he kidnapped Lysian and hid her somewhere secluded…?
If she became pregnant, and her belly swelled. Then perhaps, he…
But he shook his head, dismissing the vain and foolish thought. Aslan had never used any birth control with Lysian. If a child was to be conceived, it would have happened by now. Besides, even if Aslan was the father of Lysian’s child, it might not matter to her.
Ah, no. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t think of a way to be by her side.
Aslan found it ridiculous that he was having such thoughts while Lysian was right in front of him. Her belly swelled. He laughed hollowly and pressed his lips against Lysian’s. As he swallowed her excited moan, he continued to stir his fingers until Lysian’s insides were slick.
A squelching sound echoed distinctly in the room.
“Ah…”
Lysian moaned. Once Lysian’s body was sufficiently relaxed, Aslan loosened his pants. Aslan’s member, which had been confined by the piece of cloth, stood stiffly. It was eager to enter Lysian. He rubbed his e******n against her thighs and asked,
“Can I come in?”
Lysian nodded slightly.
