Page 56 of Star-Crossed
To her astonishment, he denied her.
Lyra’s breath caught as Cy pulled away and lifted her body from its prone position. “On your hands and knees,” he whispered, brushing his lips to her ear before he bent her over.
Lax as her bones were, she complied. Her limbs trembled as they supported her. This wasn’t the gentle lovemaking she was used to—this was something entirely different. Rough, primal, verging on dangerous.
And she loved every second of it.
She positioned herself on the bed, gripping the headboard as Cy drove into her from behind. A broken moan escaped her lips.
So full. So deep.
“Look at yourself.” Cy fisted a hand in her hair, forcing her gaze to the mirror on the wall. “Look how gorgeous you are when I fuck you.”
Her reflection was wanton and wild, cheeks flushed and eyes heavy-lidded. As he thrust into her again, she gasped at the sight of him behind her, all dark skin and lean muscle.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered her.
She obeyed, sliding a hand between her legs.
But instead of letting her find her own pleasure, Cy surprised her by caressing the cleft of her ass, playing with the bud there, slipping a finger inside, then another.
It felt incredible.
With each stroke of his hand and thrust of his hips, Lyra found herself spiraling higher and higher. His fingers expertly teased her until she was quaking on the brink.
“I want to feel you come around my cock.”
The intensity of his words forced her over the edge once again. Wave after wave of pleasure cascaded through her until she could no longer contain it, and with a guttural cry she clamped down around him as pleasure imprisoned her body in rude, shuddering spasms.
His answering groan reverberated in her ears as their bodies quivered in shared ecstasy.
At the last moment, Cy pulled out of her body, jettisoning warm pulses of his pleasure against her bent ass with guttural sounds.
When they were both spent, Lyra collapsed forward onto the bed, boneless and content.
Cy retrieved a warm washcloth from the adjoining bathroom and tenderly wiped her down, cleaning away their shared sweat and pleasure until she felt like herself again.
“You okay?” he asked, brushing a damp lock of hair from her forehead as he stretched out and gathered her into his chest.
She huffed out a laugh. “Thatwas incredible. I’ve never… Not like that.”
“Good.” He kissed her, surprisingly sweet. “Because if you give me twenty minutes, we can do it again.”
A warm contentment seeped into Lyra’s bones as she nestled into the shelter of his embrace. She wanted to ask him more about his leg. About his life. About the house they were in and the time he spent here.
And she would any moment.
It was just that…she felt like she could breathe for the first time in forever. That she could relax.
It was a strange sensation. One she’d not realized she was lacking until she found it. Feeling like she was truly where she was supposed to be, instead of driving ever forward, wishing to be somewhere or someone else. To achieve more. To reach further.
Right now?
Nothing else mattered.
* * *
Lyra blinkedawake as sunlight streamed through the windows, momentarily disoriented. Then memories of the previous night came flooding back in lurid detail, bringing a flush to her cheeks.
