Chapter 169: Unbearable Heat

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Versailles's face turned dark.

This wolf was truly incorrigible. 

They had just encountered an unpleasant situation, and yet, his mind had already wandered to other matters.

Recalling the confident expressions of Master Ouyang and Luciana, Versailles wondered if she'd truly be able to cool her mate's boiling blood...

"Light, here, this side wants one too."

Versailles lifted her gaze and found the enlarged cheek of the wolf before her sight.

"..." Okay, his cheek was smooth and went well with his chiseled features. It also looked kissable so...

She leaned forward and pressed her delicate lips against the smooth, defined texture. Brief and light, the kiss was like the wings of a Light Fly, leaving the receiver itching for more.

The serpentine withdrew from the wolf only to find herself caged within his steel arms.

Gasping desperately, the wolf lowered his hooded eyes and suggestively lowered his head to her level.

He wanted one on the forehead as well...

Ah...can she refuse?

The Serpentine seriously pondered over the thought.

There was still a long way to go before the ice night. The wolf was hot-blooded and the slightest caress set him off.

If she indulged him too much because of his little feat earlier, what would she do if he started burning up?

If he started touching her everywhere, then wouldn't she become jelly in his hands?

A slight nudge on her waist brought her back to her senses. The serpentine lifted her violet eyes to catch the wolf's expectant dark ones.

Sighing in defeat, she stood on her toes and placed a soft, tender kiss on the center of his brows.

He was so obedient and supportive of her. A little kiss in return wasn't asking for too much.

So she continued on and kissed his eyes, nose, and lips.

Unbeknownst to her, this compromise of hers brought other ideas to the wolf's mind.

He enjoyed his mate's kisses.

They were the lightest of touches but made his brain numb with pleasure.

With every press of her lips on his skin, electric tingles traveled through his spine, scalp, limbs, and fingertips, making him overly sensitive to her touch and caress.

The wolf felt his body heat up as his heart pounded in his ears.

A desire for her smooth and fragrant skin pressed tight against his rushed into his brain and, he was no longer satisfied with mere kisses.

"Ah!"

Without hesitation, he picked up his mate and sprinted across the Crimson Palace. In less than ten breaths, he brought her to their bedroom and deposited her on the bed.

Poor Versailles was stunned silly when she returned to her senses.

"Ramose...ah..." She landed on the soft bed, her body bouncing on the springy material. As she tried to steady her bouncing form, her head spun from the wolf's drastic shift in temperament.

What...? What's going on? 

The next thing she knew, she was laying on her back with a naked figure enveloping her form.

Ah...she should've known...

Ramose lowered himself on top of his mate and roughly whispered in her ear.

"Light, my blood is burning. How about you help me cool it, hmm?"

To show how hot he was burning, the wolf grabbed her hand and placed it on his member.

"Huuuu!" The contrast of her cool, soft, delicate hand on his hot, hard, and rigid member made the wolf throw back his head and sigh in pleasure.

With slow, gentle strokes, he blissfully moved her hand up and down his hard rod.

Versailles's face burned.

She felt her entire body heat up as if she was inside a furnace.

It made her subconsciously raise her other hand and furiously fan her red face.

Whether the heat was from excitement or arousal at seeing her mate's blissful expression, was a complete mystery to her.

At this moment, she only felt awfully conscious of her little hand wrapped around his member and of the warm pool gathering at her private area. 

Lowering her gaze, her eyes fell on the obscene scene, and her heart thumped and she reflexively tighten her grip on the member.

Ramose loudly groaned.

"Mmm...Light, be gentle." His husky voice, filled with dark pleasure, made Versailles's private area contract and leak. She uncomfortably shifted on the bed, grinding her thighs together to alleviate the deep void inside her. 

She wanted something warm and hard to fill it, but she felt too ashamed to ask her mate...

Because, unlike Ramose, she was restrained by the modesty ingrained in her from the Sybil realm.

Therefore, while she deeply ached and itched for him, she didn't have the courage to voice it out loud.

She didn't have the courage to tell him to mate with her.

And so, she was left grinding her thighs together to alleviate her want, her desire, as her soft hand ran over and traced the rigid lines of her mate's hot, hard rod.

The wolf, though numb with pleasure, was ever sensitive to his mate's slightest action and shift in expression. In her trembling hand wrapped around his rod, he felt the rise in her temperature.

Opening his drooped eyes a crack, the scene of his serpentine's red face entered his vision. As he lowered his sight, he saw her teeth biting into her cherry lips as she rubbed her chest with her hand.

Huuu!

The scene made his already hot and hard member strain to its limit, stretching an inch further as it became rock hard.

In a voice barely above a whisper, but laced with deep lust, he choked out towards his mesmerizing serpentine.

"Light, take it off..."

He wanted to see her rub them naked.

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The thought sent another wave of scorching heat to his painfully stretched rod. But the wolf waited with great impatience and control.

The serpentine had her eyes closed, blindly rubbing her chest to distract herself from the itching wet of her private area when she heard the deep, lusty growl of her mate.

She opened her glossy eyes and met the dark, lust-filled gaze of the wolf.

"Take it off..." He repeated, adding a bit of strength on the small hand gripping his rod.

His patience was fraying with every heartbeat.

The serpentine was still confused, not understanding his meaning. Sensing her confusion, the wolf helpfully lowered his gaze to her chest.

"Take that off...it's in the way."

The searing gaze cleared her mind.

The serpentine flushed as understanding dawned on her and shyly biting her lip, obediently lowered her head and unbuttoned her dress blouse.

Delicate and soft, the material fell off her shoulders easily.

She hesitated for a split second before pulling the entire white dress off and throwing it to the floor.

Completely naked with not a cloth on her body, she evaded her mate's burning gaze.

"They're beautiful. Light, I want to see you rub them..." The wolf was hard beyond measure. His rod throbbed painfully, but he gritted his teeth and endured the torment, finding a dark enjoyment in the painful pleasure.

Dark eyes made even darker with unconcealed lust and love, he expectantly gazed at his mate's bosom.

The serpentine was in as much heat as the wolf. For a beast with fire ability, the heat she felt was beyond her control.

Wanting to touch herself as much as he wanted to see her do it, she threw her modesty to the flames and placed her hand on her chest.

In a slow, sensual manner, she rubbed, groped, and pulled on her cherry perk, squeezing and deforming the round mound. Unrestrained moans leaked from her lips and she unembarrassedly rubbed her thighs together in front of her mate's heated gaze.

The wolf watched the mind-boggling scene with unblinking eyes. His heart pounded in his ears, his breathing quickened into shallow gasps, and his member was close to bursting from suppressed desire.

However, he kept rubbing her small hand on his rod as he watched without shifting his gaze.

His mate was beautiful...

He knew once he entered her, he would be too overwhelmed by the sensation of being inside her to appreciate such beauty.

Therefore, he tortured himself by suppressing his desire and ardently enjoyed her naked beauty.

The torturous show continued until the serpentine threw all of her inhibitions away and spread her legs apart, exposing her wet private to the heated wolf's view.

She slid her hand down her body, tracing her curvy bosoms and slender waist before stopping at her secret valley.

Then, under his shocked and dumbstruck gaze, she trailed a finger down her slit.

"Da**!" The wolf was too stimulated by the scene. He growled a curse and roughly thrust into her hand, but his gaze didn't move from the amazing scene before his eyes.

With thirsty and lust-filled eyes, he continued watching his mate's tormenting show.

The serpentine basked in the adoring, needy, and worshipping gaze of her mate. Motivated by his intense reaction, she spread her bottom lips apart and watched him swallow with red eyes.

With a triumphant smirk, she sunk her finger into her wetness and slowly thrust back and forth.

"Light, I want you...!" The Nar! He couldn't watch this anymore! He wanted her more than words could express...

'I'll...I'll admire her beauty later...hmm.'

Without any delay, he wedged himself between his mate's legs and entered her with one desperate thrust.

The instant her warmth enveloped him, he slumped on her body and buried his head in her fire-kissed hair. He kissed the strands and inhaled her fragrance until his nose hit her delicate neck.

Then with great tenderness, he kissed his way down her neck to her pink bosom and closed his lips over the mound. His other hand slid up and cupped the other bosom.

Versailles moaned in pleasure.

The added weight of her mate comforted her, the deep itch in her bottom disappearing with his entrance. She lifted her hands and gripped his black strands, and pressed him closer to her mound.

Ramose groaned on her bosom and thrust.

His serpentine was driving him crazy!

Panting roughly, he thrust below and sucked above, his scalding hands unrestrainedly tracing her curves as he groped her mound.

"Light..." The wolf wanted to see his mate on top of him. He wanted to see her flame hair spread out on her bosoms and trail on his chest as she moved her hips.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, nipped the cherry perk, and turned over.

Versailles was blissfully enjoying her mate's devotion when she suddenly found herself on top.

Speechless, she blinked her eyes in confusion.

"Haha...don't look so dazed. Move your hips." Ramose thrust upward eliciting a moan from her. She closed her eyes and laid on top of him, intending to let him keep the control when his fingers traced her spine and paused at her behind.

Then with bated breath, the wolf placed his palms on the two sides and groped.

"Light, this part is as meaty as your front..." He sighed in comfort. His fingers trailed between the cracks and the serpentine shivered. She instinctively lifted her bottom into his hands and she rubbed her front on his hard chest.

"Mmm..."

The wolf felt his member swell unbearably hard. His breathing quickened and he held her tight against him.

He needed a breather.

If not, his serpentine would make him pass out from too much stimuli.

But the serpentine was already writhing from the heat pooling at her core. She didn't have the patience to wait for the wolf to catch his breath.

Lifting her head, she slid the wolf's large hands to her thighs.

Then under his scorching gaze, she moved on top of him.

Her thrusts were slow and deep, hitting on his heartstrings every time she moaned.

The wolf held her violet gaze, his own eyes burning with an inextinguishable flame. The hands on her thighs traced her hips, waist, and paused at her mounds.

Then he cupped the two perfect round mounds and thrust in sync with his mate.

Burning with unbearable heat, the wolf and serpentine twisted and turned, entangling each other in a battle of passion and lust.

"Light...."

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