Loving The Cursed Werewolf King-Chapter 324: Your Wish is My Command **

"Ah... Ronan, don’t be so quick," said Arielle who was surprised when the man put one finger in there.

"You’re already this wet, Arielle. Even I can enter my manhood now if I want," he replied after removing his mouth from Arielle’s breasts.

Ronan was sucking Arielle’s breasts again. Arielle also squeezed her other breast, as Ronan had instructed earlier. However, her hand felt different from the man’s large hand. To her, the sensation of Ronan’s big hand was more pleasant.

The girl’s moans turned into grunts. Ronan brought himself closer to her face and whispered words that made Arielle’s body heat even more.

"If you want it, move your hips, Arielle."

Arielle hugged the man’s neck with both hands tightly. She asked Ronan to come closer and share the warmth. The girl spread her legs shyly. Ronan also positioned his body between Arielle’s legs, while continuing to play with her core.

"You are so tight, Arielle. Should I put one more finger in?"

Arielle nodded quickly, making Ronan smile happily. He added one more finger and Arielle let out a long moan. The girl arched her body, inviting Ronan to sucking her breasts again.

His two fingers felt long and full inside her body. It even felt like one of the man’s fingers had touched the deepest part of Arielle’s body, making Arielle reach her climax.

Arielle looked at Ronan shyly. Her face reddened when she saw his manhood still stood straight. Ronan noticed the girl’s longing gaze. He licked and swallowed the trace of Arielle’s liquid on his fingers.

"You want it?" asked Ronan while teasing the girl by rubbing his cock in her stomach.

Arielle bit her lip. Her hands touching her own breast. She missed Ronan’s big and warm hands.

"Say it, Arielle. What do you want?" he asked once more, inserting the tip of his cock and pulling it out again.

Arielle waved her hand, calling Ronan to get closer. She was embarrassed to say it out loud, even though they were the only ones in the room.

Ronan had taught her and Arielle would use it once again.

"What’s wrong, sweetheart?" Ronan asked affectionately. He bent down to come closer to Arielle’s.

"Ronan ... please fuck me," Arielle said in a small voice.

No matter how small Arielle’s voice was, Ronan could hear it. He felt thrilled, like he had won a jackpot. Maybe this was how Lazarus felt when the man won one of his gambling games.

With a wide smile, Ronan also whispered in a small voice, teasing the girl. "I’ll give you another choice. What do you want me to do with it? With lust or love?"

Arielle touched his body and did the same thing Ronan did. She moved closer to the man’s ear and whispered. "Can I have both?"

Ronan instantly spread Arielle’s legs and hooked them on his hips. "Your wish my command, Princess."

***

Ronan and Arielle had spent their days full of love. The two of them used their time exploring each other’s bodies in bed for hours. Ronan did it without stopping and Arielle tried to follow the man’s rhythm.

She sometimes took the initiative and tried to dominate the play, but it always ended up she was being dominated by Ronan. Ronan couldn’t hold himself back again. He had endured his desire long enough. And when he got this golden opportunity, Ronan didn’t waste it at all.

It was now late afternoon, Arielle and Ronan were still struggling under the covers. Their lunch was untouched because they were busy satisfying their sexual needs.

"Ronan, how about we eat out tonight?" asked Arielle while pushing Ronan’s body away.

Ronan, who was still busy biting and chewing Arielle’s shoulder, let out a disappointed sigh as the girl moved out of his reach.

"Where do you want to eat?" the man asked.

"Hm... maybe at a simple restaurant near the town square? Oh, the food here is great. It’s just that I wanted to experience a different atmosphere."

"Sure, we can go there tonight."

Arielle stood up from the bed without a single thread. Her naked body looked beautiful from behind. Ronan suppressed his smile seeing many red marks on the girl’s fair skin. Ah, Ronan still felt it wasn’t enough. He wanted to touch Arielle a little longer.

The girl grabbed Ronan’s tunic and put it on. The thin white shirt fell to her thighs, and Arielle folded its oversized arms. She took a pencil and used it as a hairpin to keep her hair from hanging down.

Ronan was still on the bed, watching Arielle’s every little move. The man was too lazy to wear his pants again, so he took a blanket to cover his lower abdomen. His black hair looked messy yet sexy. Far from the immaculate impression that the man always showed in the palace.

On his back, there were some scratches because of Arielle’s nails. It started to turn red, but Ronan didn’t care. When Arielle did that, it felt fantastic, so he didn’t protest.

Ronan sat behind Arielle, who was sitting in front of the window. The girl was mixing some basic colors for her drawing. The man put his head on her shoulder and hugged her from behind.

"Arielle, should we get married sooner?" asked Ronan, starting a conversation.

"All of a sudden?"

"Once we return to the palace, I won’t be able to hold myself back any longer. I want us to continue like this. How about we get married tomorrow?"

Arielle gasped, then looked back.

"Are you sure? Isn’t that too fast? I don’t even know what to do."

"Hm... Then, how about in a week?" asked the man, trying to get her consent.

"Have you counted the time? Isn’t next week a full moon night?"

Ronan sighed in disappointment. "You are right."

There was silence between the two. Arielle grabbed one of her other brushes and gave it to Ronan. "Do you want to help me paint?"

"I’m not good at painting. I will just see you do it."

"This is fun," Arielle forced him, making Ronan accept the brush halfheartedly.