เข้าสู่ระบบShe heard the ringing from her sleep.Lyra's eyes flew open, disoriented and confused. For a moment, she had no idea where she was or what time it was. The room was bright with afternoon light filtering through the curtains, which meant she'd slept far longer than she'd intended.The phone continued ringing.She groaned...actually groaned, as she tried to move. Every muscle in her body protested the movement. Her arms felt heavy, her legs felt like they belonged to someone else entirely, and the soreness between her thighs made even shifting position on the bed a delicate operation.She stretched slowly toward the nightstand, her hand reaching for her bag. The movement sent a sharp ache through her shoulders, and she couldn't help but wince. Every part of her was sore in a way that was a direct testament to what had happened in this bed just hours ago.She finally managed to grab her phone from her bag and looked at the screen.Emma.She swiped to answer, her voice coming out hoarse w
"You feel so good," he breathed against her ear. "So fucking tight. So perfectly made for my cock. This pussy is mine, Lyra. Say it. Tell me this pussy is mine.""It's yours," she sobbed. "It's all yours. Everything is yours.""Damn right it is," he growled.His hand came around and found her clit again, applying pressure that made her body jerk. She was building toward another orgasm despite everything, despite feeling completely hollow, completely wrung out."Come," he demanded. "Milk my cock while I fill you up."She shattered again, but this time the orgasm was different....less intense but deeper somehow, shaking through her entire being. Her pussy clenched and released around him, her body responding to his command even though her mind had completely surrendered.The sensation pushed him over the edge.He made a deep, guttural sound.....something between a groan and a growl of pure satisfaction, and then he was coming, his release flooding into her. He drove himself deep, his hi
Her body obeyed before her mind could process the command. The orgasm ripped through her without warning....intense and all-consuming. She cried out his name, her body convulsing around him as waves of pleasure tore through her. Her pussy clenched and released around his cock, milking him as she came hard.But he didn't stop.He kept driving into her, prolonging her orgasm, wringing every ounce of pleasure from her body. He was relentless, using her through her climax, his hips never slowing, never stopping."That's it," he growled. "Take it all. Take every fucking inch."By the time her orgasm began to subside, she was completely limp, barely able to hold herself up against the wall. Her legs felt like they might give out at any moment. Her entire body was trembling.....from exertion, from pleasure, from the overwhelming intensity of what he was doing to her.He slowed slightly, but didn't stop. His thrusts became slightly more measured, but no less intense. He was building toward hi
It was a good ache, the kind that came from being thoroughly fucked, thoroughly loved, thoroughly claimed. She could feel the tenderness between her thighs, the slight soreness in her muscles, the marks on her skin where his hands and mouth had claimed her.She turned her head slowly and found him still asleep beside her.Even in sleep, he looked dark and dangerous. His arm was still draped across her waist, possessive even in unconsciousness. His dark hair was tousled against the pillow, and his breathing was deep and even.She watched him for a moment, taking in the sight of him, knowing that in a few hours, he would be leaving for Germany. Two to three days, he'd said. Two to three days without him.The thought made her chest tighten.Her muscles protested as she carefully extracted herself from under his arm, moving slowly to avoid waking him. She needed to move, needed to soothe the ache that was settling into her bones and muscles. A hot shower would help. The heat would ease th
He guided her away from the wall, keeping his hand on the small of her back as he led her through the thouse toward the bedroom.When they reached the bedroom, he stopped her at the foot of the bed."Take off your underwear," he said simply.She hooked her fingers under the delicate fabric and slid it down her legs. The air hit her bare skin, and she was acutely aware of how exposed she was.He was still fully clothed, and the imbalance of it was deliberate. His eyes traveled over her body slowly, taking in every inch of her."Lie down," he commanded softly.She settled onto the bed, watching as he began to undress. He was methodical about it, unbuttoning his shirt fully, shrugging it off his shoulders. His chest was broad and muscled, and she found herself admiring the planes and angles of his body the way he was admiring hers.He removed his pants next, his boxer briefs following. His cock was fully erect, and she felt her breath catch at the sight of him.He didn't immediately move
The partition between the driver and the back seat was raised.Marcus had done it the moment they stepped into the car, understanding without being told that his boss required privacy. Rome's evening streets passed in a blur of streetlights and shadows as Damien pulled Lyra across the back seat toward him.She came willingly, her body already responding to the promise that lingered between them from the restaurant.He didn't kiss her immediately.Instead, he simply looked at her, taking in the way her dress was still slightly askew from their earlier moments, the way her skin flushed under his attention, the way her breathing had already quickened in anticipation."Come, straddle me Lyra" he said softly, his hand finding the curve of her waist.She moved toward him, straddling his lap. Her dress rode up as she settled against him, and she could feel the hard press of his arousal through his trouser. She hadn't imagined it at the restaurant. He had meant every word about what he intend
Lyra set her phone down with shaking hands and stood up.Her legs felt weak, her body hypersensitive. Every movement of fabric against her skin made her gasp.She walked to the full-length mirror in her room and looked at herself.Her hair was disheveled from the flight and the stress. Her face was
Lyra stared at her phone screen, her heart still racing from the encounter in the hallway.DarkVeil: Welcome home, little one. Did you miss me?Her fingers trembled as she typed back.LyraNight: How did you know I got to New York? I didn't tell you I was flying home.The three dots appeared immedia
Her phone screen glowed accusingly in the darkness, her shameful confession staring back at her. With shaking hands, she minimized the app and clutched the phone to her chest, heart hammering so hard she thought it might break through her ribs.Footsteps on the stairs.Light, measured and feminine.
Lyra's fingers trembled as she typed, the blue glow of her phone the only light in her darkened bedroom.LyraNight: I thought about him again today. God, I'm so fucked up.She held her breath, waiting. The three dots appeared almost immediately....her anonymous stranger always responded, no matter







