Abandoned by the Alpha, I Became the Lycan King's Mate-Chapter 282: Affairs

[Margaret’s POV]

The afternoon stroll had hastily come to an end because Donald was too eager, seemingly in desperate need of my comfort!

"Ha! Hmm... Donald!"

After the door of the hospital room slammed shut, Donald’s long, sturdy arms encircled my waist, and he bent down to seal the lips that I had wanted to continue speaking with.

Donald kissed me with great emotion, yet his touches on me were exceptionally gentle. He usually preferred more wild and direct sexual encounters, so the tenderness he exhibited today was a rare occurrence.

Because he had to be careful of the wound on my shoulder, Donald wasn’t able to take off all of my top. Instead, in a fit of passion, he undid my bra and firmly grasped my breasts, gently yet powerfully massaging them!

His other hand wasn’t idle either, holding my waist and quickly positioning me on the hospital bed.

His actions were completed very swiftly, and by the time I regained some of my senses, my entire body was pinned down on the bed, unable to move, and the area near my thighs, left unprotected by the hospital gown, was already harshly confronted by his vigorous member!

Donald had no intention of relieving himself. His trim waist tense, he breathed hotly and urgently through his flared nostrils, as if the next second he would lose control and penetrate me, completely claiming me.

I was somewhat shocked by his urgency. I lowered my head to look at his sizable member against me but was quickly stopped by Donald gripping my chin, forcing me to lift my face passively to endure his unbearable and excited desire!

His tongue was forceful and passionate, as if it intended to draw my soul directly into his stomach.

I responded to him with equal fervor, but this action, like a final fuse, instantly ignited his aggressive advances!

"I can’t hold back any longer, baby! I’ll be gentle...."

"Hmm? You... Donald, slow down! I’ll help you!"

Donald didn’t plan on accepting my gradual assistance; he only wanted to occupy all of me immediately, to have my warmth envelop his firm and intense desire.

When Donald’s member thrust in, I was still stunned by its terrifying size, always feeling an absurd sensation that he might tear me apart!

But it seemed I was uniquely gifted, as I smoothly accommodated all of Donald. He sighed deeply, and his hot breath ignited next to my ear.

When Donald and I made love, there was always an incredible synergy and comfort, a familiarity earned through adjustment, understanding exactly which angles and positions brought true pleasure to each other!

The skin on Donald’s back was very firm to touch, a pleasure to hold, and my nails, neatly trimmed during my recovery, did not damage him, allowing only a slight and feeble curling and spreading, fully welcoming the man on top of me.

My entire body, except for the bandaged wound on my shoulder, had been stripped bare by Donald, my skin beginning to flush with the intensity of the act, blooming beautifully in the daylight like a tender, radiant bud!

I was taken to the heights of ecstasy, completely oblivious to the pain from the wound on my shoulder. When the wound slightly tore open and the smell of blood brought back a trace of Donald’s senses, our closely intertwined, erotically tangled movements gradually slowed.

I looked up to kiss Donald’s neck, lightly humming through my nostrils, questioning why he had suddenly stopped.

Donald leaned down to kiss me back, his voice hoarse as he explained, "Your wound has opened up; doesn’t it hurt?"

I looked up at him in confusion but suddenly crashed into his eyes filled with teasing and intense frustration, "Hmm? What, what happened?"

Seeing me like this seemed to frustrate Donald greatly. He silently observed me for several seconds, then bit his lip, as if making a certain decision.

Seeing Donald lean into me, I thought he was going to kiss me and lifted my chin to meet him, but instead of his lips, the next second I felt his hot breath on my neck!

"Ah! Donald... why are you biting me?" I suddenly felt pain and looked at him with slightly furrowed brows.

Donald smirked, explaining as he raised an eyebrow, "Let’s put this one on your tab for now, and you can pay me back all together when you’re better."

After saying that, he rolled off me and sat on the edge of the bed, his member still lively and erect. I glanced at it, questioning him with my eyes.

Donald didn’t speak but quickly walked into the nearby bathroom, his additional explanation trailing behind him, "Although I’ve been extremely careful, the surgical wound on your shoulder still opened up. Just wait a bit for me, I’ll be right out to call the doctor for you!"