Page 62 of The Onyx Covenant

Then he pulls me down.

The moment his mouth meets me, everything changes.

A gasp rips from my throat, my head falling back as his tongue slides against me, soft at first, a gentle tease. An inferno floods through me, and I instinctively try to draw away, but his grasp tightens on my thighs, holding me exactly where he wants me.

“Stay,” he growls softly. “Let me devour you, little moon.”

My body obeys before my mind catches up, surrendering to the sensation as his tongue moves with slow, devastating wickedness. Soft strokes, then firm, teasing circles that leave me breathless.

“Oh… Gods,” I breathe as my hips rock against him. The wet heat of his mouth, the way he sucks my lips, leaves me with unrelenting focus—it’s too much and not enough, all at once.

“Theron…” I gasp, my tone a breathless plea. I can’t believe I’m doing this—straddling his face—but I’m powerless to stop.

I don’t want to stop.

“Fuck, you taste so sweet,” he growls against me, the words muffled but sending a shiver through me. He’s never gone down on me before, and now I wonder why I didn’t ask him to do it earlier.

His tongue dips deeper, pushing into me, and I’m shaking all over, moaning louder, rocking my hips.

My thighs clench around his head, a strangled grunt escaping me as fire coils tighter and tighter in my core. His tongue flicks the sensitive spot that leaves me arching.

“Don’t stop doing that. Oh my Gods…” I whimper, my hips moving with a mind of their own. “I… I can’t…”

“Yes, you can.” His voice is rough, vibrating through me as he devours me with renewed intensity. “Let go, Lyra. Give it to me. Come all over my face, beautiful. I fucking need this!”

The command shatters whatever control I had left.

I break.

My body bows, a strangled cry tearing from my lips as my release crashes over me like a tidal wave. Desire pulses through me violently, my legs quaking as Theron holds me steady, his tongue licking me so fast I scream.

I can’t breathe. I can’t think. All I can do is feel.

My fingers tighten in his hair, my body trembling as the last aftershocks ripple through me. I’m boneless, weightless, completely undone.

And yet… he doesn’t stop.

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with praise and raw hunger as he presses one last kiss against my spread lips, making me cry for more. “But I’m not done with you yet, little moon.”

I’m gasping for air as he gently guides me down, and I kneel on the blanket beside him. My limbs feel like jelly, my mind spinning, and I’m buzzing all over, every nerve alight with the aftermath of what he just did to me.

“That was…” I trail off as a soft purr escapes my lips. “Incredible.”

Theron’s hands never leave me, one trailing lazily down my side, the other brushing along my thigh, possessive and steady. His smile is devious, his lips, nose, and chin glistening.

“Oh, Lyra…” His voice is a low, dangerous drawl that makes my core clench all over again. Before I can ask what he’s thinking, his body shifts as he pulls himself up. He sits back against the cool stone wall, his broad chest rising and falling rapidly.

Then his strong hand wraps around mine, tugging me effortlessly toward him.

“You’re too far away,” he growls softly, dragging me onto his lap, my legs instinctively straddling his hips as he sits with his legs outstretched. His cock presses against me, where I’m slick from my orgasm.

“I’m ready,” I whisper, my hands finding purchase on his shoulders, but his grip on my waist tightens, pulling me flush against him. Heat burns off his skin.

“Fuck, Lyra… do you have any idea how good you taste?”

I smile like a fool, yet the dark savageness in his expression has me pressing myself against him, needing to feel him skin to skin.

“So, so sweet,” he murmurs, kissing me along my jaw. “And sinful at the same time.” His mouth trails down my neck, making me quiver. “When you came on my tongue… You drenched me, little moon. And I fucking loved being covered in you.”

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