Transmigrated: The Lycan King's Pet-Chapter 127 Things Got a Little Out of Hand?

’What does he mean by that? Gentle or rough?’ I shuddered as my mind wandered to places it shouldn’t.

"Master... Can you let go of me?" I desperately pried his hands off my waist.

"Stay still," he commanded, his voice low and hoarse, sending all the cells in my body to stand still.

The warmth of his breath brushed my ear. "Don’t you want me?"

’What kind of temptation is this? Should I say yes or no?’

"Master... I don’t think there is anyone who can resist you." It was starting to get hotter in here, sweat dripping from the side of my temple.

"That is not a clear answer," he clicked his tongue.

"My answer is yes..." I paused, trying to calm my racing heart. "... However, I’m not emotionally ready for this," I muttered under my breath. I was too scared to say it out loud.

He pulled back from me, his hands unwrapping from my waist. Slowly, the heat was replaced by a cold chill.

I stood unmoving in my spot like a statue. ’Is he mad at me?’ I clenched my fingers on my dress.

Then his hands held me by my shoulders before turning me to face him. I looked away from his cold, stern eyes.

"What do you mean you are not emotionally ready?" He brushed a strand of hair away from my face.

I fidgeted with my hands, but it was not because I was scared of Damon. Okay, maybe a little bit. I just don’t know how to tell him that this is my second chance, and I want it to be meaningful for me.

"I just want it to be special and meaningful to me," I said while inwardly screaming for him to just let me go. I didn’t expect him to understand me... but I just wanted to rest and take a nap.

Damon didn’t say a word right away. He just stared at me, his thumb still brushing that same lock of hair behind my ear, like he wasn’t ready to move yet. His touch was gentle, but it held weight, like a silent demand I couldn’t read.

The silence between us stretched, thick and uncertain. My chest rose and fell as I waited for him to speak or to do something.

But he didn’t, and the silence stretched for a thousand years, and my heart couldn’t keep calm.

Thump. Thump. Every beat louder than the last. My cheeks turned red, knowing he could easily hear the chaos in my chest.

"You want it to be meaningful... but not with me?" His eyes narrowed at me.

My eyes widened. That wasn’t what I meant. I opened my mouth, but the words caught in my throat. ’Why does he always twist things like this? When did I say that?... this guy is getting too much.’

"I didn’t say that," I whispered. "I just meant... I want to feel ready. I want to be sure about myself... about everything."

Damon’s gaze didn’t soften, but something in it shifted.

"Eep!"

I yelped as he suddenly yanked me closer to himself, crashing into his chest. My hands involuntarily flew to his chest for support, while my nose... not so lucky... bumped into his chest. I groaned from the pain and the fear that my nose was broken.

I tried not to stare, but the way his shirt stretched across his chest made it impossible.

’I wonder how it will feel to grab his chest.’

My hands moved on their own, grabbing his chest and giving it a light squeeze. ’Damn, it is hard and well-sculpted, almost too unreal to be true.’

I continued giving it a squeeze, and it felt so good and warm that I couldn’t stop... until I felt someone staring daggers at me.

Shivers ran down my spine. Instinctively, I looked up to find the source, and behold... the daggers were coming from Damon’s eyes.

My hands flew to my side. ’Why is it so suddenly hot in here?’

Damon’s brooding gaze fixated on me, making my brain a total mess.

I looked down, unable to hold his gaze. "I’m sorry, Master... I didn’t mean to do that... it was just so attractive that I couldn’t help but give it a squeeze." I raised my hands, squeezing the air, before biting my lower lip.

Like a bolt of lightning, his lips crashed on mine, hitting me like a hot consuming wave. His hand slid to the back of my neck. My eyes opened wide as if they were about to bulge out. My hands flew to his lower chest as his chest pressed against mine with little to no space.

I gasped into him, my fingers clutching his shirt. His mouth moved over mine roughly and demandingly, stealing my breath with every second.

He bit my lower lip, making me gasp from the pain. He took the moment to deepen the kiss, his tongue brushing against mine in a way that made my whole body shudder.

The kiss was deep and messy. With every pressing, pulling, and teasing, my mind became a fumbling mess.

My hands unconsciously trailed up his body, stopping at the back of his neck. I kissed him back, my tongue intertwining with his, matching his crazy pace. My fingers tangled in his hair, my chest heaving against his chest.

I moaned in between our kiss, making him growl in approval.

My legs wobbled beneath me, too jelly to hold me up. Damon wrapped one of his hands around my waist, pulling me closer to his chest. It was almost as if we were about to become one.

Heat pooled in my lower abdomen, tingling sensations running up my spine.

He pulled away, our heavy breathing filling the air. I gasped for air, my eyes widening. I kissed him back? I blushed from the thought... It felt so good.

My heart pounded in my ears like a war drum. Part of me was glad that he held me... because I knew if he wasn’t, my legs would have given me away.

"Do you like what you just tasted?" A smirk formed on his lips.

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