Lyra's POV:My pulse spiked. “I… may have brought one. Just in case the night got wild.”“Of course you did.” She laughed, delighted. “Top me, Lyra. I want to feel you deep while I wear your mark and you wear mine.”I retrieved the harness and strap from the discreet bag in the corner—simple, black, sized just right. Maya helped me into it, fingers teasing as she tightened the straps, kissing me senseless between adjustments.When I settled between her thighs again she wrapped her legs around me and pulled me close.“Slow at first,” she whispered. “I want to remember every inch.”I pushed in slow, watching her face; mouth open, eyes fluttering. “Good?”“So good. Move, love.”I did. Long, deep strokes at first, then faster when she started meeting me thrust for thrust. Her nails raked down my back, right over the fresh mark she’d given me, and the spark of pain-pleasure made me growl and drive harder.“Lyra, yes, harder, claim me like I claimed you.”I braced on one arm, other hand sli
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