He brought her right to the edge again and stopped.
Lyla moaned, and she bit her tongue to strangle it.
He started again, and stopped again.
Again and again.
Until she was a whimpering, needy mess that he'd called her, eyes cheeks wet with tears and her mind gone from almost pleasure that he kept her coasting on, never fulfilling her.
"Please," she begged, sobbing in frustration. "Dainn, please."
"Who do you want,flamma?"
"You. Only you."
"And what will happen if someone else touches you?"
"You'll kill them." It turned her on even more.
"Now tell me."
"I love you," she whispered, her pussy on fire. "I love you so much. I missed you so much. Please, complete me, Dainn. Fill me. Please. Touch my soul."
Her words must have triggered something in him because the next thing she knew, she was pushed forward, her cheek against the mattress, her hands tied with the belt in her front,her legs spread apart, and he plunged into her in one stroke. Lyla muffled her scream in the mattress, coming around him immediately, his piercings rubbing against her walls in ways that felt like coming home, his cock so deep she couldn't tell where she ended and he began.
His hands gripped her waist and kept her in place as he fucked her into the bed, hard, fast, brutal, taking out days and days of distance and separation in one hard thrust after the other, and Lyla kept coming and coming and coming, until she was a mess of fluids and mindless and dazed, just letting him fuck her until, after what seemed like hours of him battering her pussy, she blacked out.
Lyla came to on her side, feeling him inside her again, wrapped around her back, not moving, just staying in her, locked in like he was finding home too.
Lyla turned her neck to look at him. "I think you missed me."
He pressed a kiss to her lips. "I did."
Her pussy and heart both clenched at that.
"How's everything been?" he asked her as if he didn't already know. Or maybe he didn't.
Lyla turned back to face forward and he spooned her, and she began telling him everything that had happened, talking more than she'd talked in days, all the while, he stayed still inside her pussy, inside her heart, inside her soul.
Things had changed. She had changed. She was still changing, transforming, and for the first time, it didn't scare her. As she lay in the arms of the man she loved, the man who never let her be lonely, a man who had always touched her soul, Lyla looked forward to seeing who she would become on the other side.