Submitting to My Lycan Prince Mate

17 His Kiss

"Her room?"

Prince Louis repeated my words in a puzzled tone. But soon he understood and let out a deep chuckle from the depths of his throat, pressing his entire body against my shoulder.

His hand tightly wrapped around my waist, and the touch of his skin felt like it was on fire, spreading from one point to my entire body in an instant. In this position, I had nowhere to place my hands, so I gripped onto the high-end pure black suit that Prince Louis was wearing.

"No, please don't," I bit my lip and, like a dying swan, tried to lift my neck in an attempt to avoid his scorching breath spraying on my neck. "Your Highness, I'm serious. I have seen it, including the black lace nightgown in that wardrobe."

I suppressed my voice, deliberately reminding him.

"Believe me, Claire, I am just as serious as you are."

Prince Louis lightly kissed my burning earlobe and spoke to me in a hoarse, deep voice.

In the dim car, I was shaken by the flickering fire in his blue eyes. His gaze was like two burning flames, and his hot breath quickly pulled me into a whirlpool of desire.

His fingers skillfully roamed over my body as if they had a magical power. His rough and large hands grazed my smooth skin, causing shivers to run through me. Under his teasing, I couldn't help but tremble uncontrollably. However, my slender waist was firmly held in his palm, leaving me with no chance of escape.

I instinctively wanted to curl up my body, but he firmly pinched my chin, forcing me to raise my head and meet his eyes.

The familiar position immediately brought me back to the memories of yesterday.

The same time, the same place, and— the same person, along with the deafening heartbeat in the depths of my chest.

I wanted to forget that memory, but the man in front of me was clearly a cunning fellow. He didn't allow me to escape his control, even if it was only mentally.

He glanced at me with deep eyes, and his thumb roughly brushed my soft lips.

For a moment, he squeezed my lips as if kneading flower petals. Under his manipulation, my lips quickly became swollen and red. I twisted my body and let out a low moan, which seemed to excite him even more.

Just as I thought he would kiss me in the next second, he casually turned his head and ambiguously rubbed his lips against my chin and neck. The wet and hot sensation strongly stimulated my nerves, and my cheeks gradually flushed, as if a fire was igniting inside me.

When I locked eyes with Prince Louis, I felt like I was about to drown in those deep, affectionate blue eyes.

"Do you like that nightgown?" He asked me in a low voice, his voice filled with seductive laughter. "Although I didn't go back last night, while lying in bed, I kept imagining how you would look wearing it... because you have a slim waist and soft, bountiful breasts. The black lace perfectly matches your fair skin..."

Upon hearing his suggestive words, my breath gradually became rapid.

"I like the design of that dress because if you're willing to tie the straps tightly behind your waist, the lace will leave intricate red marks on your breasts... This slight discomfort might make you feel uneasy, but at certain times, it can be a wonderful form of sensuality," he continued, his eyes as dark as a lake at night.

I heard him use a seductive, low voice to say to me, "It's a little bit of restraint and pain. If you're willing, I'm more than happy to indulge you."

His hand was already on my back, teasingly tugging at my bra as if he was about to completely undo it right there.