Page 130 of Chasing Lyric
And I’m looking right back at her like she’s the only damn thing I’ve ever believed in.
Another moan breaks from her lips, this one low and throaty, like it’s been torn from the depths of her. Her body trembles, and I know, without a doubt, she’s teetering on the edge.
My breath comes hot and heavy, but I’m barely thinking about my own release. She’s the one I’m focused on. The way she writhes under her own touch, the arch of her spine, the tremble in her thighs, the way her nipples stand taut and ready as if they’re begging for my mouth. Her body glistens, and those glassy eyes look like they’re holding back a wave just waiting to crash.
“Come for me, Starlight,” I growl, my voice low and rough. Because watching her fall apart for me? That’s the most powerful fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
She starts circling again, grinding her fingers into that spot like she knows exactly how to unravel herself for me. I watch it happen, the moment her body gives in. Her thighs start to shake,her breath hitches, and then she breaks. The way she shudders, like the orgasm has just ripped right through her, nearly undoes me.
I reach for her before her knees give way, steadying her with my hands as I guide her into my lap. Her legs fall open, straddling my waist. She belongs there, like this is the only place she should ever be. Her head drops into the curve of my shoulder, her chest heaving as she rides the waves of her release.
My cock’s throbbing against her heat, thick and desperate, aching for everything she’s offering without even trying. But I hold steady, rocking her gently, grounding her, and letting her feel me, even if I’m not inside her yet.
She lifts her head, those hazy green eyes finding mine, and just like that,I’m gone. My hand moves without thought, brushing a damp strand of hair from her cheek, and she leans into my touch like she’s trying to memorize the shape of it. I close the space between us, kissing her with everything I’ve got.
And fuck me, it’s like the world realigns. There’s something about kissing this woman that hits different. It’s not just lust. It’s not just love. It’s power. She gives me that. Makes me feel like a goddamn king by letting me have this piece of her. She makes me feel unstoppable, but only because she’s the one holding the reins.
She’smine. My queen. My equal. And no one else even comes close.
The kiss deepens, tender but laced with everything we haven’t said out loud yet. Everything I need Lyric to know.
That I’m not going anywhere.
That I’ve got her.
That this right here,us, isn’t a temporary thing. It’s theonlything that’s ever felt real.
Her and me.
There’s no going back.
My tongue tangles with hers, deep and demanding, as she starts to move against me. That first slow rock of her hips sends a surge of heat straight through my core. My cock swells harder than steel, the kind of ache only she can ease. One of my hands glides from her hip to the space between us, guiding myself into position. She rises just enough, her body hovering with anticipation, and then she slides down onto me, inch by inch, until I’m buried so deep inside her that we blur at the edge, and every part of me seems to know exactly where she belongs.
We both groan into the kiss, the sound rough and husky, like we’ve been starving for this. Because we have. Lyric’s heat surrounds me, so tight and wet it’s like my every nerve ending is on fire.
No condom. No barrier. Just her.
Raw.
Real.
Mine.
There’s no better feeling in the world.
Her eyes lock on mine, and I feel it. Every emotion we’ve buried between us comes rushing to the surface. I grip her hips, holding her steady, letting her move when she’s ready, needing her to know I’ve got her. Her fingers slide through my hair, her touch softer than I deserve. And for a moment, we stop. Stay connected. Breathe together.
And that’s when it hits me.
I could have lost her. All of this.Everythingthat matters.
My voice is low, thick with regret. “I was an idiot. I never meant to hurt you. I’m sorry for every damn second you spent doubting how much you mean to me.”
She shakes her head gently, her thumb brushing across my cheek. “Shh… we’re okay. I love you, Chase. I always have. Love was never our problem. It’s what saved us. I couldn’t walk away from you, not when you’ve always had my heart.”
“I love you, too, Lyric. More than I’ll ever be able to say or show you.” I lean up and kiss her again, pouring everything I am into the way our mouths meet. My hands trail down her back, palms greedy for her skin, needing her closer, needing to feel her wrap around me in every way.
This is where I belong. With her. In her.
