Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan King

Layla was still in a daze when he suddenly slammed his lips on hers.

Layla tried to break the kiss but Nolan held her fast.

“Don’t,” he said, his voice husky.

She looked up at him, and saw the desire in his eyes. She didn’t know what to do. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. But then, she felt herself melting into him and all thoughts of what she should or shouldn’t do flew out the window.

Right there she wanted Nolan Adlen.

She closed the gap between them, and pressed her lips to his. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, and deepened the kiss. Layla’s heart was pounding, and she felt her knees go weak. But she didn’t want to stop. She wanted to be lost in this moment, with this man and never come back.

Layla lost herself in the moment, letting the sensations wash over her. She felt Nolan’s fingers running through her hair, his body pressed against hers, his breath on her face. She closed her eyes, and all she could see was him. All she could feel was him. It was as if nothing else existed, except the two of them. And for the first time in a long time, Layla felt truly alive.

The way he was gentle and calm really amazed her. This was the version of Nolan she wanted. Gentle and calm.

Layla’s breathing was heavy, and she felt dizzy with desire. But she also felt uncertain, unsure of what to do next. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Nolan smiled at her and brushed a strand of hair out of her face.

He reached for the hair packer that was round her wrist which he pulled out then he slowly packed her hair backwards.

Layla’s heart was racing. She had never felt so exposed before and it was both terrifying and thrilling. Nolan looked at her, and she saw the heat in his eyes.

“You pretty Layla” he confessed, his voice low and husky. She wanted to say something, but her throat was dry and she couldn’t find the words. So she just sat there on his lap, his hands on her face, and waited for him to make the next move.

This was the first time he was calling her pretty and it actually felt nice hearing those words from Nolan, but Layla just couldn’t stop herself from thinking what must have gotten into him for the sudden change of behavior.

He went from cold to calm overnight.

Layla’s skin tingled at his touch, and she closed her eyes, focusing on the sensation. He moved his hand down her neck, his thumb brushing her collarbone, and she felt her breath catch in her throat. Her heart was pounding and she could feel her body trembling, but she didn’t want him to stop. She wanted to give in to the moment, to let go of everything else and just be here, with him.

Layla felt a sudden rush of nerves as he began to unbutton her blouse. She wasn’t sure if she was ready for this, but she also didn’t want it to stop. She felt a strange mix of emotions, desire, fear, and something else she couldn’t quite name. She knew she should stop him, but she found herself powerless to do so. She just sat there, letting him undress her, her heart in her throat.

He stood up from the chair still holding Layla as he made her sit on the table.

Layla’s eyes went wide as she realized what he was doing. He was going to put her on the table. She felt a surge of adrenaline and her body began to shake.

Layla sat down, her hands trembling.

Layla took a deep breath. She knew she could stop this, but a part of her didn’t want to. She felt drawn to Nolan.

Layla gasped as Nolan pulled her close. She could feel his breath on her face, and her heart was racing. She felt exposed and vulnerable as he unhooked her bra.

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Layla took a deep breath as she felt Nolan’s eyes on her.

Layla felt herself relaxing and she let herself enjoy the moment. He was patient and calm and she felt safe with him for some strange reasons

He continued to undress her, his touch slow and gentle. She felt her worries fading away, replaced by a feeling of peace and contentment. She was in control, and she knew that she could stop at any time. But she didn’t want to.

When he had finally discarded her trouser and underwear, he wrapped her legs around his waist as he traced his fingertips on her legs.

“You’re really pretty Layla..” he uttered softly and Layla felt her face burning red. She really loved this cool version of Nolan.

She watched him take off his shirt as he unshackled his belt, undoing his trouser.

Layla’s eyes widened at the sight of his huge manhood which was standing tall and proud.

She gulped loudly as he held her up and he slammed his lips on her. This time he kissed her hard and more ferociously.

He ran his hands through her body as he kissed her deep as if he wanted to steal her breath away.

Layla had a hard time keeping up with him as he seemed like a pro in all of these.

He placed his hands on her soft molds which he squeezed gently earning him soft gasps from Layla.

They were both so engrossed in their world of pleasure and they both looked like it was the end of the world. They both let out their emotions pouring it into the long and intense kiss.

Layla was still engrossed in the kiss when he suddenly drove into her.

“Ha!!’ she let out a shrill cry at the sudden invasion.

He drove all the way into her and Layla felt as if a vacuum had been filled inside of her.

He gave her time to adjust to his size as he soon began to drive in and out of her ravenously like an untamed beast.