Stolen by the Beastly Lycan King-Chapter 50: Don’t Let Her Body Forget You

"Take it all in, princess. This is what your body needs right now."

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Lorelai screamed as her voice attempted to protest, but both her body and mind were lusting for more.

"The drug in you is too potent, if I don't take care of your needs completely, this heat might return again, and I might not be there to help you. Do you want this to happen, princess?"

"N-no..." She could barely form a comprehensive reply as her helpless moans and whimpers echoed through the quiet room.

With Rhaegar's movements getting faster, the slapping sound of their bodies colliding and heavy panting intensified as well. Lorelai's eyes glistened with a thin film of tears; the shining of the silver moonlight almost blinded her as she threw her head back.

She dug her fingernails deep into the man's back, no more restraint left in her agonizing body. And as an intense, indescribable pleasure burned through every single one of her senses, the princess' mind went completely blank again.

Lorelai's seductive sobs shook the bedroom's serenity as she arched her hips, accepting all the pleasure. The climax continued, and she felt her hips getting wet again.

Rhaegar watched the princess' body tremble slightly, beads of sweat rolling down her pale skin, reflecting the moonlight. She was glowing. She was mesmerizingly beautiful.

How could Rhaegar leave her alone while she was glowing like that?

Not willing to let that moment fade, the king pushed his still-invigorated length deeper, resuming the movements of his hips. The beast within him rejoiced as he did so.

'Fill her in. Don't let her body forget you.'

There was no way of telling how long they had been joined like this together.

Lorelai could no longer tell where she ended and Rhaegar began, it almost felt like they had melted into one another, becoming one.

There was nothing left inside her mind as well. All the princess could discern was the delirium of their passion and Rhaegar's deadly grip on her very soul. He was right, she could not escape from him. Not when he was eating her up like an untamed beast.

The last thing Lorelai remembered was the feeling of the king's hot skin on hers and her cries of ecstatic pleasure. After that, there was only darkness enveloped in blissful serenity.

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Slowly, Lorelai forced her heavy eyelids to open. The sudden self-awareness of her own state made her feel utterly miserable. Apart from soreness all over her body, she felt as if her heat depleted her of any liquid inside her body, and she was in desperate need of even a single drop of water.

"…" The princess parted her lips slightly, but nothing came out. She closed her eyes and sighed, allowing herself to wait a little longer.

Then, a sudden, pleasantly cool gust of wind caressed her face, and her consciousness slowly returned to her. Lorelai opened her eyes again and took notice of her surroundings.

Another sigh of relief escaped her parched lips. It was the same dark bedroom, the one Rhaegar brought her in when he offered his help.

Peeking through the tall window, silver light from the perfectly rounded moon shone through. The stars carelessly scattered over the dark canvas of the night sky reminded her of tiny diamonds; their faint glow was surprisingly pleasant to her tired eyes.

It felt surreal.

Suddenly, Lorelai felt someone touch her hair. The touch felt so light and gentle, that the princess had to blink her eyes open numerous times before confirming that she was not still dreaming. The hand on her hair continued to move, its careful stroking felt comforting and reassuring.

At last, her consciousness returned to her in full and she realized that her head was resting on top of Rhaegar's firm thigh, her left hand covering his knee.

The man, leaning against the bedside, was looking out of the window almost absent-mindedly, his free hand gently placed on the woman's tender shoulder.

Sitting in that position, with his mind miles away, the lycan king looked unusually calm and composed, like a statue or a painting.

Stunned by his beauty, Lorelai watched the man quietly for a while, soaking in his serene state, before the stiffness in her neck made her finally move a little.

There was no more energy left in her body, thus, her movements were almost unnoticed, but Rhaegar turned his head back to her right away.

His amber eyes narrowed a little and he locked them on hers.

The princess opened her mouth once again and managed to push out a quiet whisper. "Water, please."

Without saying a single word, Rhaegar pulled her up and leaned her on his broad chest. He then reached his hand to the bedside table, picked up a pitcher, and filled his mouth with water.

Looking at Lorelai's dry lips, he leaned in closer and kissed them, slowly pouring the water into her mouth. She greedily accepted the cold water passing through his lips, drinking it down to the last drop. Her eyes were still lingering on his and the king realized that she was asking for more.

Rhaegar repeated the same action several times until the princess finally let out a long sigh of relief.

She felt so much better now that she had quenched her thirst, but there was still no strength in her limp body, while her mind was almost as dazed as before.

"I am so dizzy... Exhausted..."

Lorelai whispered and Rhaegar pecked her hot lips with a light kiss. She liked the cool sensation of his lips and the man noticed it. Slowly sliding his mouth over her face, the king covered it in dozens of tiny kisses, sending a pleasant sensation all over the princess' body.

Feeling better, Lorelai closed her eyes again and a warm hand covered her eyelids as if to protect them. Rhaegar's deep, smooth voice sounded like a lullaby when he spoke.

"You are going to be alright now. Just sleep."

Lorelai's lips curled into a faint smile; his reassuring words were so comforting, that her heart throbbed with regret.

She only felt alright with him. It was painfully ironic.

Hiding in the darkness of Rhaegar's big, warm palm and feeling his constant touch on her made her feel safe and protected.

Slowly, she sank back into a deep slumber.