All Chapters of The Lycan King's Hideous Mage: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

-- Back To Serra’s POV — With Marinella around, I’m careful about using my magic to fake the blush on my cheeks. I also make sure that I don’t use too much glamour or else she will notice all the magic that I am using constantly, and even when I am unconscious. I tiptoe towards Gideon while my eyes are still closed. Earlier, I saw the delight in the way he looks at me, as if he is living in his past. And in this past, he is not an asshole-cheating-jerk-of-a-husband. Gideon presses forward, and I place my palm against his chest. His body is still rock-hard, nice to look at, but never good at cuddling. Nothing is lost, though. For me, cuddling is never his utility. Besides, even before, he had never been the one to cuddle. After our copulation, he will never snuggle next to me. He would even evade my touch and so I learned not to pester him with it. “Gideon...” I whisper. “Can I kiss you?” he asks. I nod faintly. “Yes,” I respond. “Please...” I feel him shudder under my palm. He l

The sound of my voice uttering his name seems to stoke the fire within him even more. Gideon groans — a deep, guttural sound that vibrates against my skin. “Patience,” Gideon murmurs, his voice rumbling. Then he smiles, a wicked grin that promises delight yet to come. “The night is long.” His fingers trace along the length of my legs. He spreads them further, his touch leaving lingering traces of warmth. He nuzzles my inner thighs, and my breath hitches as his lips move dangerously closer again to my heat, each kiss an unspoken promise of fervor and passion yet to be spent. “Gideon...” I plead, blindly reaching out to tangle my fingers in his hair. He chuckles at that. His hot breath is warm against my thighs, which draws another sharp intake of breath from me. “Do you know where I want to kiss you now?” he asks, his eyes focused on my face. “Anywhere you want,” I whimper, my chest heaving up and down with anticipation. He looks at my center and I spread my legs even wider, expo

I wake up the next day from the activity inside the room. I open my eyes and see Gideon's smiling face. My head is on his arm while his other arm is around my waist, which is pulling me close to him. I stop myself from frowning. Gideon is not the type who will stay in bed to snuggle with me, much less, stay beside me after the night is done. But wait, did he actually stay the entire night? Besides, after round after round of orgasms, I have fallen asleep due to exhaustion. And so, I peek under the covers and see that he's still as naked as I am. "Want to have a go at it again?" he asks, a mischievous smile on his face. "But as you can see, we must wait before the servants leave us alone." I am still wrapped in his arms, feeling the warmth and comfort of his embrace. Despite the fact that we are no longer alone in the room, there are servants bustling around who are preparing food and bath for both of us. Still they are making sure that they stay away from the bed where I and Gideon

I watch as Gideon pulls his tongue away from me and crawls onto the bed, positioning himself at my entrance. I gasp as he slowly pushes inside, filling me up inch by inch.Gideon pants. His muscles ripple beneath his skin as he lowers himself onto me, kissing my neck, my jaw, my earlobe.“You feel so good,” he whispers, his breath hot against my skin. He thrusts slowly inside as if savoring every inch of the action.I bite down on my lip to muffle another moan escaping while trying not to lose control over how incredible this feels.“Gideon...” I whisper as he slides deeper into me, stretching me further than before. He’s so big, and it feels amazing.Every inch of him rubbing against my sensitive flesh makes me want to scream out in ecstasy, but I manage to bite my lip instead. He looks down at me with a feral grin, his cheekbones highlighted by the only light that flickers across the room.“You’re

“I want my husband now,” I purr, my voice sounding sultry as I push myself closer to him. Gideon stiffens against me and the corner of my mouth lifts into a sly smile, unseen. “Should we leave now?” he asks, his voice husky. He’s feeling it, I can sense it. I wonder how he will react once he learns that I am plotting revenge against him, calculating every move to cause him the same pain he’d once inflicted upon me. “We should, unless you can still wait?” I ask, my hand slipping into his vest to feel his skin underneath. It’s something I content myself with, especially when I am feeling the urge to close my fingers around his neck, and to hear his desperate gasps for air while his eyes are bulging in surprise. “Yes, we should retire early,” he suggests, helping me rise from the grand table. I place a kiss on his cheeks before locking my arm with him as we exit the grand hall. However, we haven’t even reached our chamber when I wrap my arms around his body and tiptoe to kiss him. H