Page 63 of The Onyx Covenant

I gasp, my body buzzing as the ache between my thighs reignites.

“I could’ve stayed between your thighs all night,” he growls, his hands on my rear. “Tasting you. Feeling you. Owning you.”

A blush creeps down my neck. “I like it when you talk dirty.” My words are barely above a whisper, but it’s enough. “It… turns me on.”

“Good. Because I fucking adore saying it to you.”

His touch slides to my waist, bringing me closer until I’m grinding against his erection.

“Now… I want to feel all of you.”

My body tenses as I realize what he’s asking. The hard press of him against me leaves no doubt.

I moan, my heart pounding. “I… I don’t know…”

“Shh…” His lips brush against my jaw, his tone softer now, full of gentle reassurance. “I’ll help you, Lyra. Let me. Will you let me do that?”

I blink, drawing in a sharp breath. “Yes, I think I’m ready.”

His hands slide down to my hips, positioning me perfectly over him, the tip of him pressing just barely inside my entrance. I tense, instinctively trying to pull back, but his grip holds me steady, his touch gentle but firm.

“Slow, little moon.” His words are full of raw control, his thumb stroking lazy circles against my hip. “Take your time.”

I bite my lip as I gradually lower myself onto him, inch by inch. The stretch is intense—an ache that makes me pause, my breath hitching. My nails dig into his shoulders, and my forehead rests against his as I try to focus on breathing.

“Relax,” he murmurs. “You’re doing so well.”

I shift slightly, feeling him push deeper, and the burn eases just enough for the pleasure to start edging in. The ache is there.

“Almost there, little moon.” His voice is strained, his jaw clenched as if he’s holding himself back. His eyes, so dark, so full of want, are locked on mine. “You feel so fucking perfect.”

When I finally take him fully, a strangled moan escapes me as I adjust to the overwhelming sensation. I feel stretched, filled, fucking amazing.

“Oh, it’s…”

“That’s it,” he growls softly, his hands flexing on my hips. “You’re taking me so well.”

I try to move, but he holds me still, giving me a moment to shift around. His lips find mine, a kiss grounding me in the moment.

“Move for me, Lyra,” he murmurs against my lips. “Ride me.”

Drawing in fast breaths, I slowly start to move, my hips rolling instinctively. The initial discomfort fades, replaced by a deep, aching pleasure that coils tight in my core.

“Fuck…” Theron’s guttural groan tears from his throat as I take him deeper. “Just like that, little moon.”

The friction is intoxicating, and soon, I’m moving with more confidence. His lips find my breast, sucking my nipple into his mouth, and I cry out, my body arching as pleasure spikes through me.

“Theron…” I moan as he lavishes attention on me, teeth on my nipples, making it hurt just enough to make me shiver.

I’m moving faster now, grinding down on him with desperate urgency.

“I… I’m…” My voice hitches as the pleasure crashes through me again, my body convulsing as I come undone, coming so hard my world turns to stars. But Theron doesn’t stop.

“Good girl… but I’m not done.” He holds my hips harder, guiding me through the aftershocks. I’m overly sensitive, my body shaking, but the hunger on his face tells me he’s far from satisfied.

“I’m not sure I can…” I gasp, but he doesn’t let up, his pace relentless as he drives me higher all over again.

“Yes, you can,” he growls, his grip unwavering. “I’m going to make you come again, little moon. I’m going to fucking ruin you.”

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