Page 34 of Star-Crossed
Lyra had never felt anything like this before.
The sensation was so strong, so overwhelming, that tears began to well in her eyes as Cy’s ministrations grew more intense. His tongue seemed to know exactly what she needed, flicking and tasting and teasing until she was gasping out nonsensical words in sheer, astonished pleasure.
“Cy!” She moaned his name as a violent shudder rocketed through her body, launching her from their heady atmosphere into the one high above them. Stars exploded behind her lids, little bursts of lightning that might have been concerning if she could keep a thought in her head.
The aftershocks continued to ripple through her long after Cy relented, wiping his mouth with his knuckles as his dark eyes bored into hers.
She felt boneless, barely able to support her own weight as he rose from between her legs. He kissed the inside of each thigh tenderly, slow to push himself back to his feet, and Lyra was glad. Because she knew what that glint in his eyes meant.
That long, hot cock had pulsed and branded her through frustrating layers of clothing, and finally he would drive it into her.
“Protection?” he panted, his ochre skin taut across his features as if he were in pain as he undid his belt.
“IUD.”
“Good.”
He dragged her to the very corner of the smooth table, seizing her ankles in his strong grip and resting them on his shoulders.
“I want to see every-fucking-thing,” he said from between clenched teeth.
The hot, blunt shape of his cock circled the opening to her body, borrowing her liquid silk.
Then, with one strong movement, he finally,finallythrust home.
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Notch-Stress
LOCATION ALONG A TREE STEM WHERE THE UNIFORM FORCE FLOW IS INTERRUPTED. THE RESULT IS LOCALIZED, HIGH STRESS AREAS WITH A GREATER POTENTIAL FOR FAILURE.
Paradise.Bliss. Heaven.
Words that failed as miserably to describe the concept they represented as keenly as they failed to describe the exquisite torture it was tofinallybe inside Lyra McKendrick.
And in this moment, all others failed utterly.
Cy made himself hold very still, savoring his desperate need like the first sip of a good whisky. Appreciating the warmth first. Noticing how much hotter the liquid heat of her center was compared to the silky skin of her neck beneath his palm.
Then the feel. The soft swell of her ass pressing against his upper thigh. The slightly firmer crease at the back of her knee draped over his forearm. The way she fluttered around him when a laugh escaped her.
“So…uh, whatcha doing?” she asked, gazing up at him with heavy-lidded eyes.
Flexing his fingertips against the pulse at her jugular, Cy dragged the tip of his index finger down her sternum, stopping when he’d reached the level of her heart. “Remembering how good it feels to want.”
Lyra’s breath hitched as her pupils dilated and he felt her tremble against him.
“Watching you all morning, touching you like this in my mind…” He rolled one rosy nipple beneath his fingertips. “It’s all been foreplay.”
It had always been Cy’s favorite part of any game. The buildup. The waiting.
“Every minute you have to wait for what you want makes you want it that much more.” He gently compressed the stiff peak between his thumb and forefinger and felt her contract around him.
Cy stared down at her, mesmerized.
Even in autumn light that always seemed tired before the day was done, she rivaled the most beautiful things Cy had ever seen. A single sunbeam slicing through the downpour among the mossy, enchanted tangle of the Hoh Rainforest. The first flight of a bald eaglet he’d watched grow from a naked, pink hatchling to a downy chick to a shaggy juvenile.
Rainbows from the prisms hung against the greenhouse glass danced over her skin, lending unnaturally intense hues to unlikely parts of her body. Crimson flashing against her cheek. Emerald dappling an eyelid. Indigo riding the waves of dark hair falling long and loose around her shoulders.
