LOGINHer orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave. She cried out his name, her hands fisting in his hair, her thighs shaking.Damien didn't stop. He kept licking, kept fingering her, drawing out her pleasure until she was sobbing."Too much...it's too much...""One more," he said. "Give me one more."His fingers curved inside her, finding a spot that made her entire body jolt."There," he growled. "Right there."He fucked her with his fingers while his tongue flicked her clit relentlessly.Lyra's second orgasm hit even harder than the first.She arched completely off the couch, her scream echoing through the room.Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her until she couldn't tell where one orgasm ended and the next began.When she finally came down, she was crying, her body trembling, completely overwhelmed.Damien climbed back over her, his mouth glistening with her arousal."You're so responsive," he murmured, kissing her softly. "So perfect."She could taste herself on his lips
Lyra stared at it with wide eyes, her lips parting."So big," she whispered, almost to herself. "I always wondered... but seeing it..."She wrapped her hand around him....small, delicate fingers that couldn't quite circle his girth.Damien hissed at the contact, his hips jerking involuntarily."Lyra...""Shhh." She looked up at him with those intoxicated violet eyes. "This is my dream, remember? You're not supposed to talk unless I want you to."She stroked him slowly, experimentally, watching his face for reactions.When she reached the tip and her thumb brushed over the sensitive head, he groaned.She smiled...a sweet, drunk, utterly devastating smile."You like that?""Fuck," he breathed.She stroked him again, more confidently this time. Up and down, learning the weight of him, the heat, the way he pulsed in her hand.Then she leaned down and licked him.Just once. A slow swipe of her tongue from base to tip.Damien's hands fisted in the couch cushions, his knuckles white."Jesus
He carried her through the club, up a flight of stairs, into a private lounge she didn't know existed.The door closed behind them, muffling the music.He set her down on a leather couch.Lyra looked around, her vision blurry. Dim lighting. Expensive furniture. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the club below."Where are we?" she asked."My private lounge," Damien said, pouring her a glass of water from a bottle. "Drink this.""I don't want water.""Drink it anyway."She took the glass with shaking hands and sipped.Damien stood in front of her, his hands in his pockets, his expression unreadable."Do you have any idea how dangerous that was?" he asked quietly.Too quietly."I was just dancing....""You were drunk and surrounded by five men who were seconds away from dragging you into a corner and doing whatever the fuck they wanted to you.""They weren't....""Yes, they were." He crouched in front of her, his eyes level with hers. "Lyra, you can barely stand. You're completely vul
Damien was in his penthouse working when his phone buzzed.Tracking Alert: Lyra Nightbane has entered Eclipse Nightclub, Tribeca.He stared at the notification.A club.She'd gone to a club.She'd told DarkVeil she was going out with a friend, but she hadn't mentioned which club.His jaw clenched.Eclipse was known for its wild crowd, excessive drinking, and men who preyed on drunk women.And Lyra had just walked in there wearing God knows what, planning to drink when she could barely handle two drinks without getting wasted.He pulled up the surveillance feed of Eclipse's security cameras.It took him thirty seconds to find her.And when he did, his blood ran hot.She was wearing a black dress that should be illegal. Tight enough to show every curve. Short enough that when she moved, he could almost see.....His hands fisted.She was dancing. Laughing. Drinking something pink from a martini glass.Looking beautiful and reckless.And currently surrounded by at least a dozen men who we
Damien's hand was already wrapped around his cock again.DarkVeil: What else?LyraNight: He'd make me come with his mouth. Then he'd move up my body. Kiss me so I could taste myself on his lips. And then he'd... God, I can't type this.DarkVeil: Yes, you can. Finish the thought.LyraNight: He'd push inside me. Slowly at first. Letting me feel every inch. And it would hurt because he's so big. But it would hurt in the best way. And once he was all the way in, he'd start moving. And I'd wrap my legs around him and beg him not to stop.Damien's hand moved frantically over his cock, his breathing harsh.DarkVeil: Are you touching yourself right now?LyraNight: Yes.DarkVeil: Good. Don't stop. Imagine it's him. Imagine his hands on you. His mouth. His cock.LyraNight: I am. Oh God, I am.DarkVeil: Come for him, Lyra. Let him make you come.LyraNight: Damien... oh God, Damien...She went quiet.Damien came for the second time that night, biting back a groan, her name on his lips.When his b
DarkVeil: That sounds intense.LyraNight: It is. Too intense. I feel like I'm drowning.DarkVeil: Then maybe you need to stop fighting the current. Let it take you where it wants to go.LyraNight: What if where it wants to go is somewhere I can't come back from?DarkVeil: Maybe you're not supposed to come back. Maybe you're supposed to become someone new.Lyra stared at those words, something stirring in her chest.LyraNight: I'm scared.DarkVeil: I know. But being scared means you're alive. Means you're feeling something real. That's better than being numb.LyraNight: Is it? Because numb sounds pretty good right now.DarkVeil: Liar. You don't want numb. You want to feel everything. That's why you're drawn to Damien. Because he makes you FEEL.He was right.He was always right.LyraNight: I hate that you know me so well.DarkVeil: I know. But secretly, you love it too.She smiled despite herself.LyraNight: Maybe.DarkVeil: Get some rest, little one. Tomorrow is a new day. And who kno







