Page 61 of The Onyx Covenant

“Sit on me, Lyra,” he murmurs, and his words send a pulse of molten heat straight through me.

My cheeks flush, heat blooming under my skin as my gaze tumbles to his bare chest. The firelight casts dancing shadows over the carved muscles and runes etched into his skin. I lower my attention to where he’s so erect, so big. I swallow hard as he takes my hand and guides it to wrap around his cock. I pump him several times, just like the few times we’d done in the past. He hisses, grinning at me. Then I straddle his lap, my knees pressing into the blanket on either side of his hips. The hard length of his cock presses against me, and my body reacts instinctively, heat coiling inside me.

His hands settle firmly on my waist, grounding me. When I glance up, I see the wicked gleam on his face—like he’s amused by something I don’t yet understand.

“I…” I swallow. “Theron… I’ve never been…” My voice trails off, the words catching in my throat as I try to summon the courage to say out loud what I’ve never told him before.

A slow, wicked grin spreads across his face. “I know. I’m going to be your first, my little moon.” His thumb brushes softly against my breast, circling and plucking an erect nipple that draws a moan from my lips, my body arching into his touch.

I gasp. “You do?”

“I remember the first time you let me touch you…” His words are a velvet caress against my senses, sending a shiver down my back. “When my fingers slid inside you… you were so damn tight, so beautiful, coming apart in my hand.”

Heat pools between my thighs at the way he watches me—as though he’s reliving every moment.

“But I remember something else,” he murmurs, his thumb teasing my nipple again, making me gasp. “The spots of blood on my fingertips after…” His voice softens, almost reverent. “Do you know how much I adored you in that moment?”

My heart pounds as his words sink into me, wrapping around my soul like a possessive embrace.

“I didn’t realize you noticed.”

“You gave yourself to me,” he murmurs. “Letting me be your first… trusting me completely.” His other hand slides up to cradle my face, thumb brushing gently over my lips.

I’m captivated, every inch of me buzzing, and I’m dripping; already, I feel how wet I am.

“And now…” His lips curl into a dangerous smile. “I’m going to finish what I started.”

I’m trembling at his words, heat swirling through me as his thumb drags lazily down my jaw.

Then his hands slide lower, gripping my hips firmly, possessively.

His fingers flex against my skin. “I asked you to sit on me.”

He lifts me slightly, guiding me upward along his body. The hard heat of him brushes against me as I shift, and I bite my lip, my pulse pounding.

“I was…” I whisper, my voice trailing off, flustered by his words.

Theron’s low, wicked laugh vibrates against my skin, sending a fresh wave of heat straight between my thighs.

“On my face, beautiful one.” His grin is pure sin as he tilts his head back slightly, his tongue brushing across his bottom lip as if he’s already tasting me. “That’s what I meant.”

My stomach flips. “Oh…” The single sound escapes on a breath, my cheeks burning as realization sinks in.

I can’t look away from him, the hunger in his stare, the raw need carved into every sharp line of his face. My body tightens with anticipation, my pulse hammering in my ears as I hover above him, desperate for the aching desire that refuses to be ignored.

“Lyra,” he murmurs, his voice softer now but no less commanding.

Despite the heat scorching my skin, I feel a spark of nervous hesitation, but the way he studies me—as if I’m his whole damn world—strips away the doubt.

My heart pounds as I shuffle forward, my knees finally pausing on either side of his head. Every moment feels like a leap off a cliff.

“That’s it,” Theron murmurs, his voice a low growl vibrating against my skin. His hands settle on my thighs, strong and steady, while I’m hovering just above his mouth.

A wave of uncertainty crashes over me. What am I doing?

“I…” My voice is barely a whisper as I hesitate. “Theron…”

“Shh…” His thumbs brush soothing circles along my bikini line, but his eyes remain locked on mine—dark, hungry. His lips curve into a wicked smile. “I’ve got you.”

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