Stolen by the Beastly Lycan King-Chapter 47: You Are Mine

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In the past, Rhaegar's obscene remarks made the princess turn red with embarrassment.

During their first night together, she could not help but find his erotic words rude and inappropriate, and she attributed that behavior to his untamed nomadic nature.

Now, however, it was different. His words no longer bothered her; on the contrary, she found them even more arousing and although it pained her to admit it, she would not mind hearing more of his salacious comments.

It felt as if the overwhelming amount of pleasure from Rhaegar's intense movements had numbed her brain, bringing out the wild, primordial instincts that took charge instead.

In her weakened state, she was only capable of powerlessly grasping the hem of her dress and bedsheets with her trembling fingers.

Placing his big hands on top of the princess' thighs again, he watched her soft, pale skin turn red, and the more he squeezed her flesh between her fingers, the brighter that redness became, greedily accepting his marks.

He liked it. He wanted to leave more of himself on her. He wanted all of her to remember him. Only him.

With another cunning grin, he dug his sharp teeth into the smooth, sensitive skin of her right inner thigh and sucked hard on it, smiling down as that action left a large, red mark on it.

He could sense his inner animal enjoy this view as well. With every trace left on her, the meaning of it all was always the same––you are mine.

Exhausted and completely powerless, Lorelai finally managed to open her eyes, her body stiffening as she took in the image of the lycan king looming above her.

Now, he was completely naked, his hard muscles pulsating under his glowing, tanned skin.

Although she was still drugged and her body was begging for it, the princess still could not help but feel flustered. It was incomprehensible. How could someone so big fit inside her?

"Don't worry," he said as if having read her mind. "just remember to relax."

Rhaegar's fingers rubbed her petals and tapped the head of his thick length against her entrance. That simple act, bringing them closer together, made her heart race.

With the stimulant still boiling in her veins, the princess found it hard to speak. The anticipation of their inevitable intercourse now made her feel completely stunned.

"No, I can't... I d-don't think it will work..." Words escaped from her lips in a stutter.

Rhaegar chuckled, gently patting her lower belly as if to comfort her. "It did before, princess."

Although her mind was utterly in shambles after their first shocking encounter, her body must have forgotten it as it began to resist once again.

Noticing the tension in her form, a low grumble came out of the lycan's throat, and he laughed almost mischievously. "Perhaps we need to do it more often to make your body get used to me."

Before Lorelai could come up with a retort, Rhaegar mercilessly pushed himself inside her as if to stop her from finding any more excuses to deny her body the pleasure it craved.

In an instant, his bedroom was filled with the princess' loud cry, and she did not know whether it was from pleasure or from pain.

Rhaegar's size was definitely not something her body could easily accept. Even though he had diligently loosened her up with his fingers, she still squeezed him tightly, a feeble attempt to push back the foreign object.

It was then that the king started to move his waist back and forth, slowly at first, before he gripped Lorelai's waist tightly with both hands and rammed in, pushing the rest of him inside her in one wild motion.

This time, the princess couldn't even scream; she could only tremble and managed to let out short gasps for air as she tried to compose her emotions.

"Ugh," a low groan came out of Rhaegar's lips as he frowned, "you are so tight."

Lorelai's legs shook as if protest, hitting the man on the sides with their knees. The princess winced as it only brought her pain.

"Stop hurting yourself."

Rhaegar grabbed her under the knees and held them higher, preventing her from moving like that again.

As her hips were lifted, her waist bent backward allowing her dress to flow down freely, revealing her skin even more.

Rhaegar could not help but frown again. The dress continued to get in the way and he could not stand it; he did not have enough patience to deal with it. Thus, his long, thick fingers hooked onto the soft silk and lace of Lorelai's dress, and with little effort, completely tore the garment off of her.

The sudden feeling of being exposed did not bother the princess as much as the quick realization that she no longer had a dress to wear once all of this was over.

That concern, however, was shortlived and disappeared completely when Rhaegar held her by the back of her thighs, lifting them even higher. Her legs dangled in the air as her body bent over.

Lorelai found that position strange and hoped that the man was simply trying to make it more comfortable for both of them, but he only pressed his full weight in one sharp movement and began to pound on her ruthlessly.

As his length moved in and out of her, Rhaegar almost drilled her down to the bed. Lorelai opened her eyes wide and tears rolled down her face at his ferocious attack.

Her body was no longer hers. In sync with him, their rhythms matched, drowning them both in a frenzy of pleasure.

Her heated body greedily took him each time. She was lying there convulsing, shaken to the point she was unable to control her movements at all, and her loud gasps and moans that constantly escaped her mouth were music to Rhaegar's ears.

He pushed the princess so far to the edge that she was given no room to think about holding back her lustful moans, completely surrendering to the moment.