My whole body snapped. It was like something exploded inside me. My pussy clenched so hard around nothing that I cried out. My legs shook like they didn’t belong to me. My stomach spasmed, and then it happened—I squirted. I fucking squirted. Not just once. Not a little. It gushed. Out of me. All over his face. Soaking him. Covering his mouth. Splashing down his neck and chest like I was marking him. And I was still cumming. My clit throbbed so violently it hurt. My head dropped back, and I moaned through the cloth, loud and choked and wrecked. I couldn’t stop shaking. I couldn’t even see. But Damon wasn’t done. His grip on my thighs tightened like he felt it too—like the gush of slick across his tongue made him insane—and I heard his voice growl against my cunt like he was trying to breathe through it. “Don’t cum yet,” he snarled, low and vicious and soaked in my taste. “Fucking hold it.” And then he moved. Fast. Too fast. He flipped me. Just like t
~Lyra~ “I can’t stay quiet,” I moaned, and it came out so fast, so wild, so fucking real I didn’t even try to stop it. “I can’t..I can’t..oh my God, Damon, I’m so loud..I can’t stop.. My hands flew to my mouth. Both of them. I slapped them over my lips like they could hold in the moans that were already trying to rip out of me. I pressed down hard, shaking, whimpering, my thighs trembling on either side of his face while his tongue kept moving, deep and slow and maddening like he was trying to lick me into insanity. And I could feel myself getting close. I could feel it building. That tight, swollen, wet pressure just behind my clit. That insane, explosive, oh-my-God-I’m-not-ready kind of orgasm that starts in your spine and makes your whole body lock up like it’s trying to survive it. But then he pulled away. Just for a second. And I nearly screamed from the loss. He looked up at me with his mouth shiny, his chin soaked in me, his eyes dark and wild and full o
“Do you know what that did to me?” I gasped, my chest pressed to his, my eyes wild. “Do you know what it felt like to see her touch you? To see her kiss you? I felt like I was dying. I felt like I was nothing. Like you’d used me and I was just—God—I was just some little toy you kept warm while she was gone.” His jaw tightened. I didn’t stop. “I hated you,” I whispered. “I hated you for letting her touch what you just filled. For letting her lay her hands on what’s mine. I hated you so much it made me cry like a stupid little girl who gave her heart to a man twice her age and thought it would matter.” His hand grabbed the back of my neck and I gasped. “I lied because you matter more than anything,” he said, low and guttural and wrecked. “I lied because I couldn’t fucking survive losing you.” And then I snapped. I shoved him backward. Shoved him until his knees hit the edge of the bed and he fell, and I climbed straight onto him like I didn’t care anymore. Like I didn’t
~Lyra~ “I want your tongue to forget what air tastes like because it only remembers me. My skin. My pussy. My fucking sweat on your tongue. I want you to wake up starving for it. Thirsty for it. I want you to crawl across the bed just to bury your face in me like you can’t breathe without it.” He growled again. I felt the sound before I heard it. It rumbled from his chest and poured through me like thunder. And then—his voice. Low. Ruined. Husky enough to make me clench before he even finished speaking. “Say it again,” he rasped, his mouth pressed hot against my ear. “Say you want to be the only thing I taste, kitten.” “I want to be the only one,” I cried, “the only fucking one. I want your mouth soaked in me until nothing else exists. I want you to get on your knees and open your mouth just to prove it. I want you to choke on how much you need me. I want you ruined.” “Fuck,” he growled, and his voice dropped even lower, his hand sliding down between my legs, cupping
Oh fuck. Oh fuck. My whole body froze. Everything inside me just—short-circuited. Like someone unplugged my brain and poured lava into my bloodstream instead. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. My wolf was already whining in the back of my mind, already clawing at the inside of my ribs like she needed to obey him, like she wanted to sink to her knees and purr for him like we weren’t just crying five seconds ago. I stared at him. My lips parted. My heart was slamming so violently I swear I could hear it echoing inside my head. “Don’t,” I whispered, even though my feet were already moving, even though the sheet I was clutching started to slip from my chest, even though my body was already burning for him again. “Don’t say things like that, Damon. Don’t call me that. I’m mad at you. I hate you. I hate what you did—” “Kitten,” he said again, slower this time, his voice thick and broken and dark enough to make my knees go soft, “come. Here.” I couldn’t resist. I d
~Lyra~ “Don’t,” I said, and my voice was already shaking. My hands were shaking. My whole fucking soul was shaking. “Just—don’t. Don’t come in here, Damon. Don’t you dare walk into this room like you have the right. Like you can just show up and fix it with that stupid face and those quiet eyes and that I’m-so-calm bullshit you do when you know you’ve already ruined me.” He stepped forward again, but I snapped backward so fast my foot hit the edge of the bed frame and I winced. I didn’t even care. “I’m serious,” I said, my voice rising, filling the space between us like a scream held in a cage. “Don’t. Don’t even try to act like you didn’t just let her touch you. Because I saw it, Damon. I saw it with my own two eyes, okay? I stood there like a goddamn idiot and watched her kiss you. And you let her. You didn’t push her away. You didn’t say stop. You just stood there.” My throat burned. My lips were trembling. My heart was slamming so violently inside my chest that I was sur