登入Her eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, she was disoriented. The early morning light was filtering through the windows. His dark head was bent to her chest. She was straddling him, sitting on his cock like they'd planned, like they'd fallen asleep.Except now he was awake. And he was hungry."Good morning," he murmured against her skin, pulling back slightly. His eyes found hers, dark and intense. "I've been waiting for you to wake up. I want you conscious for this.""Damien," she whispered, her voice hoarse from yesterday. Everything in her body was sore, was screaming for rest, but she could already feel herself responding to him.He was impossible."Shh," he said, returning his mouth to her breast. This time his sucking was harder, more insistent. His teeth grazed her nipple, and she gasped at the sensation. "Just feel this. Just feel what you do to me."His hips shifted underneath her, a subtle movement, but enough to remind her that he was buried deep inside her. The motion ma
He fucked her hard until she came, and then he didn't stop. He kept going, chasing his own orgasm while she was still shaking from hers.When he came, he pulled out and moved away."Stay there," he said. "Don't move."He disappeared into the bathroom and returned with the vibrator from last night. It was clean, and he held it up for her to see."I'm putting this inside you," he said. "And you're going to keep it there while I fuck your mouth. Understand?"She nodded, unable to form words.He positioned her carefully, inserting the device slowly, and then he turned it on to a low setting."Now," he said, positioning himself at her head. "Open your mouth."She took him in, and he grabbed the back of her head, controlling the pace. His thrusts were steady, purposeful, and the vibrator was a constant sensation between her legs.The dual sensation, his cock in her mouth and the vibrator working inside her...was overwhelming.She came around the vibrator while sucking his cock, and he groan
And he was right.By the time the sun started to rise, Lyra had lost count.She'd come against his mouth while he ate her like it was a meal. She'd come with him inside her in the shower, the water running over their bodies. She'd come in the chair by the window overlooking the city, him fucking her from behind while she watched the skyline wake up.She'd come in ways she didn't even know were possible.And Damien hadn't stopped. Hadn't let her rest. Had kept pushing her, coaxing orgasm after orgasm from her willing body.By the time he finally carried her back to bed, she was completely destroyed. Her thighs were shaking. Her pussy was swollen and oversensitive. Her voice was hoarse from screaming his name."Sleep now," he commanded softly, pulling her against his chest. "Rest for a few hours. When you wake up, we're doing this all again.""Again?" she managed to ask."Again," he confirmed. "Because I'm not done with you, little one. I'm never going to be done with you. You're mine.
She didn't answer. Couldn't. Her brain had short-circuited.He pulled out again and flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs wide. This time when he entered her, he could see her face, could watch her expressions as he claimed her."Open your eyes," he commanded. "Look at me while I fuck you."Lyra opened her eyes and met his gaze. He was completely focused on her, on her face, on the way she responded to him."That's my girl," he murmured. "You're so beautiful like this. So completely mine."This rhythm was different again. Slower. More deliberate. He moved with purpose, hitting deep and holding there for a moment before pulling back and doing it again.It was torture."You like this?" he asked. "You like when I take my time with you?""Yes," she gasped."Yes what?""Yes, I like it. I like all of it. I like everything you do to me.""Good." He leaned down and kissed her, his mouth moving from her lips to her neck to her collarbone. "Because I'm going to spend all night showing y
His shirt came off first.Lyra watched from the bed as he unbuttoned it slowly, deliberately, like he had all the time in the world. His chest was broad and muscled, marked with old scars she'd never bothered to ask about. She knew better than to ask him things he didn't want to answer.His pants followed. Black boxer briefs that barely contained the hard length of him. When he pushed them down, his cock sprang free, thick and ready, and Lyra's breath caught.He was going to destroy her with that. She knew it. Wanted it."Open your legs for me," he said, and his voice was different now. Not the controlled businessman from the restaurant. Not the possessive lover from the car. This was raw. Hungry. Completely unfiltered.Lyra spread her thighs without hesitation.She was still wearing the burgundy dress, pushed up around her waist. Her underwear was gone, he'd removed them in the elevator. She was completely exposed to him, and from the way his eyes darkened as he looked at her, it was
The denial was exquisite torture. Every time she felt herself getting close to the edge, he'd turn it down or off entirely, leaving her hovering on the precipice. And then it would start again, pulling her right back up.Between pulses, he fed her...a strawberry dipped in chocolate, his finger brushing her lips. The wine was crisp and cold and did nothing to cool her down. He leaned close enough that only she could hear him."Your pussy is going to be so sensitive by the time we get home," he said, low and filthy, and she felt the blush creep all the way down her chest. "I'm going to make you come so many times tonight. You're going to lose count."She tried to respond, but all that came out was a small, needy sound."Look at you," he continued, his hand on her thigh gripping a little tighter. "Can't even manage to eat properly. And I'm barely even touching you. What's going to happen when I actually get my cock inside you?"The question hung in the air between them, loaded with promi
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
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







