I became the Purchased Wife Of The Lycan Prince by Light

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Leaning down, Logan kissed the top of her bare shoulder, making Hope’s eyes turn wider.

Hope had intended to resist his advances, yet she found herself in an unexpected state. The sensation of Logan’s lips on her neck and shoulders had an astounding effect on her, causing her mind to cease its usual function. It was an entirely novel experience for her, the knots in her stomach tightening as his lips continued their tantalizing trail.

For Logan, this level of attraction was unparalleled, surpassing any encounters he had in the past. Not even his previous liaisons elicited such a response.

He recognized it as a primal urge, devoid of affection or fondness, but rather an intense desire. His one hand slid to the small of her back while the other gently cradled her neck.

As he drew closer to her face, the darkness in his eyes dissipated, replaced by the captivating gaze reflected in Hope’s eyes.

Logan’s thumb delicately traced the curves of Hope’s plump, rosy lips, igniting a rapid thumping of her heart against her chest, intensifying her breaths. As his thumb departed, replaced by the chill of his own lips, she shivered, realizing it was her inaugural kiss with the man who was now her husband.

Despite having a mate, intimacy had never been a part of Hope’s relationship. She had yearned for such emotions, and unexpectedly, they manifested in this peculiar moment. Lost in contemplation, she failed to respond to Logan’s kiss, her lips motionless against his.

“Kiss me,” Logan demanded, his voice a low growl against her lips, prompting her to gaze at him with wide eyes.

“H–how?” Hope’s trembling lips formed the question.

“The way I am doing it,” Logan whispered, grazing and gently nibbling her lower lip this time.

Attempting to follow his lead, Hope cautiously imitated his actions, uncertain if her response was fitting. In an unexpected move, her feet lifted from the ground, and

Logan effortlessly cradled her in his arms, their lips locked in a fervent embrace.

unable to match

the luxurious expanse of the king–sized bed, Logan persisted

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lingering on hers. Eager to delve deeper, he lightly nipped at her lower

escaped Hope’s lips, quickly followed by a soft moan,

deeper access to her mouth. His hand. ventured beneath her nightdress, tracing a tantalizing

by her body’s response to Logan, Hope’s hands

moan escaped her as Logan playfully nibbled her tongue before slowly withdrawing, leaving her gasping for breath, a lingering sensation of longing in the wake of

Hope found herself vulnerable under Logan’s intense gaze, questioning why she couldn’t halt his advance. Sensing exposure beneath his hungry eyes, she attempted to speak, but his lips

grappled with a peculiar sensation. The melodic moans escaping her lips resonated like an enchanting

body surged, a craving for pleasure igniting within him as he yearned for her in ways beyond comprehension. His primal

left a scorching trail, intensifying

suddenly, breaking away

taken aback by his abrupt request.

his gaze fixed on her

of the purpose behind his

“Again,” he urged.

she repeated, meeting

more, devoid of any

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kissing her as if she were

the satin fabric of her nightdress, tracing the curve of her breast, eliciting a soft moan that escaped against their