All Chapters of Enslaved Princess of the Lycan King: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

ZAHIR. My senses were heightened by her soft moans. Her slender fingers ran up and down my arms as she kissed me back with so much ferocity. She tasted like mint and cranberry, sugar and bananas from the food she'd eaten and gods knew I couldn't resist her. Her dress was light and easy to manipulate and when she pushed herself into my body, I felt her nipples brush my chest. Hissing, I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into my thigh. I wanted her. Terribly. My body ached for her and I wasn't sure I could stop touching her. She wasn't fighting me either. No, she has invited me in. She received me with all fervency, with all eagerness and as she moved against me, my groin tightened. God. My fingers curled around the plunging neckline of her dress, brushing her creamy looking cleavage as I went on a quest for her nipples. I wanted to see her body, I wanted to worship it with my kisses and caresses. I'd held back for too long. She was in every of my wet dreams,

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SERAFINA. I knew this was a stupid and utterly degrading to do but it felt good. Really good to have his lips grinding into mine. I had angered him into kissing me aggressively and I was oddly enjoying it. Apart from his good it made me feel, I was doing this so I could spite Hera in the future. I was going to make Zahir desire me, I was going to make him fall to his knees all the time and if it had me stooping low enough to conquer his restraint, then I was going to do it. His lips left mine, grazing my chin before he moved to my neck. I titled my neck to the side and tried to press my body into his but he pushed me back into the wall, causing me to let out a squirmish whimper. I wanted to touch him, too. I wanted to feel his body on mine but he was doing this to punish me or what? His other hand grazed down my arm, slipping to my waist and going lower till he cupped my buttocks in his large hands. He slowly began to knead as his fingers teased my core from time to time. I was on

SERAFINA. My heart nearly flew out of my mouth at the sound of his voice. I hadn't expected him to be back so soon. Pushing to my feet, I grabbed my clothing and placed it over my chest to cover my nakedness because I was feeling slightly uncomfortable with how hard his voice had sounded. His gaze was cold, steely and for a moment, I was forced to believe it wasn't Zahir standing before me. It wasn't the man who had whispered softly in my ears and asked me to talk if I was not comfortable. He was the same man who had cuddled me to sleep, who had made me feel really comfortable. But now, he looked so cold. It was so cold that I could feel the chills in my bones. "What are you doing underneath my bed?" I gave it a glance before shaking my head. "Nothing. Just picking up my dress." I laughed nervously. "You should leave." He said and began to take off his clothing. The embarrassment that washed over me was otherworldly and as I put my dress back on, I tried not to glance at him. He

SERAFINA. My feet sank into a puddle and when I looked down, I realized I was standing in a marsh. It was where this all started; the realization that I was somewhere else. The critters of nocturnes floated into my ears and an owl hooted in the distance, sending a wave of panic washing over me. I looked around me to see grasses, reeds and sedges growing around me in scattered patterns. I was also surrounded by water and when I looked up, I realized it was a dark, starless and moonless night. I knew I had to get the hell out of the marsh so I began to wade in the opposite direction, hoping it took me to dry land. As I waded through the marsh, I heard a voice calling my name and turned immediately, nearly tripping and falling into the water. "Serafina!" It came again. An oddly familiar feminine voice that sounded like it was coming in the northern direction so I began to follow the sound, still hoping it took me to dry land. The hem of my dress was already wet and it was starting