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She knew what he wanted. “Please… Lyon…”
He lowered his mouth to her clit and lapped, his fingers resuming their movements inside her.
She closed her eyes and climbed the mountain, reached for the light, let go, dissolved into it. Thought, briefly, is this what it’s like? Was that her voice crying out into the room? Her body shuddering around his fingers, pushing against his mouth?
The tremors rolled through her hard and fast. When they finally stopped, she was left breathless and gasping, drifting through space, warm and languid.
She came to awareness with the sound of crinkling and realized it was Lyon opening a condom. She watched through half-closed eyes as he slid it over his cock.
He positioned himself at her entrance and looked down at her. “Say it again.”
She looked into his eyes. She didn’t have any resistance left. She didn’t know what it meant for her plans, didn’t know what it mean for them.
But right now, all she wanted was to feel him inside her. “Lyon…”
He pushed into her so hard and fast it took her breath away. His groan reverberated through the room, and he paused, giving her time to stretch for him. He was so big her eyes watered, and for a minute she thought it wouldn’t work.
He was too big. Too much.
He grasped her wrists and she had a flash of him doing the same thing in the kitchen the day after their wedding, the way he’d pressed against her, told her what he wanted to do to her.
He lifted her hands over her head and stretched over her body. He was still buried inside her as he held her wrists in one hand, but instead of fucking her, he captured her mouth in his. The kiss was long and slow, his tongue coaxing her body to life again.
Fire licked at her core as their tongues parried. He pulled out of her slowly, then stroked into her. She moved her hips with him, her body already answering the call of his.
He buried his face in her neck. “Kira… my god… your pussy is so tight…. you feel so fucking good.”
She’d had men talk dirty to her before, but it hadn’t meant anything. They’d been men she didn’t know, men she’d never see again. The words had been like porn: mechanical, impersonal.
This was intimate — Lyon telling her how she felt to him — and a fresh wave of moisture flooded her sex.
He kissed his way down her chest and pulled one nipple into his mouth, sucking as he stroked through her swollen channel.
“Please…” She wasn’t sure what she was begging for now.
Him. More of him. All of him.
He moved faster inside her, and she met his pace with her own, rising to meet him, clutching his back, wrapping her legs around his thighs to pull him closer, another orgasm building at her center.
He must have sensed it, felt it. “Do it, Kira. Come for me.”
Her body was working in ways it had never worked before, hips tilting to maximize the friction on her clit, hands pushing his ass, driving him so far inside her it almost hurt.
He moved faster and she let the rising storm take her, throw her to the wind until she was screaming out into the room.
He growled and shuddered over her, still driving through her tunnel as she clamped down on him, wrenching every last shudder from her body until she lay limp and spent under him.
He dropped his head to her neck and kissed his way along her shoulder. “Kira… Kira… Kira…”
There was awe in his voice, and something else, something like ownership, his lips a brand on her fevered skin.
She was still floating, still in a state of physical bliss when he eased off her and pulled her cautiously into his arms.
For a long time, there was nothing but the sound of their breath mingling in the quiet room.
She was glad he didn’t speak, that he didn’t expect her to speak. She didn’t know what to say. She was too shaken, not only by the physical sensations he’d seduced from her body, but from the way it had felt to be skin-to-skin, to feel him moving inside her, looking down at her as he joined their bodies.
She was relieved when her head began to clear. This didn’t have to change anything.
