Page 131 of Chasing Lyric
She moves, slow at first, hips rolling in a rhythm that’s pure poetry. Our bodies find their sync, an instinctive push and pull that says we’ve always been made for this. For each other.
This is not just sex.
It’severything.
I thrust up into her, hard and deep, feeling the way her walls tighten around me, holding me captive. My cock throbs from the pressure, the heat, the overwhelming need to give her everything she’s ever craved and more. Her body takes me like she owns me, and maybe she does, because the way she rides me, she’s not just making love.
She’s claiming me.
And I’m letting her.
Because from this moment forward, there’s no turning back.
No doubts. No lies. Justus.
Forever.
Lyric lets out a soft whimper, her body tensing around me, and I know she’s getting close. That little moan, high-pitched and desperate, goes straight to my damn spine. I roll my hips harder, deeper, angling just right to hit the spot I’ve learned she likes. No, craves. And when I hear her gasp, feel the way she clenches around me, I know I have nailed it.
Her fingers twist tighter in my hair, pulling hard enough to make my scalp sting. I bite back a groan, loving the way she gets when she’s close and unfiltered. There’s something about the way she takes what she wants from me that makes me even hungrier for her. So I give her everything. I drag her down ontome with more force, my grip digging into her back, guiding her rhythm, refusing to let her ride this out alone.
Her body trembles, and I feel it building inside me too, the low burn that starts deep in my spine, coiling tight in my balls, ready to blow. I grind into her, holding her flush to me as the friction builds. Her breathing turns erratic, her walls fluttering around my cock, and I know she’s right there. Then her climax explodes through her body like a grenade.
“Chase!” Her voice rips through the air, loud and needy, her head falling back as her orgasm crashes over her. Her pussy grips me so tight it knocks the air clean out of my lungs. It’s like her entire body is holding me hostage, and fuck if I’m not surrendering willingly.
The second I feel her come, my own release barrels through me. My balls pull tight, and the wave of pressure rolls from my toes to my cock in a surge of white-hot heat. My vision dims, my breath gone, my voice rasping through clenched teeth as my entire body shakes violently. “Fuck, Lyri…” My voice is a growling groan as I slam up into her one last time, burying myself deep as I let go, spilling inside her in thick, punishing bursts.
I hold her there, panting, gritting my teeth through the aftershocks as every muscle in my body turns to liquid beneath her. She collapses on top of me, her body draped over mine, her heartbeat thudding in sync with my own. My arms wrap around her automatically, protectively. My fingers running up and down her back, skimming her spine, claiming her all over again.
She places a kiss on my shoulder, tender and slow, and neither of us says a word. The only sounds are our breaths and the soft crackle of the fire nearby. Shadows flicker across the walls, and the scent of Chinese Carnations mixes with the raw, heady aroma of sweat and sex.
It smells likeher.
Likeus.
But eventually, she lifts her head, resting her chin on my chest, her green eyes searching mine. “You think we’re gonna be okay?” she asks, quiet and unsure.
I cup her face with one hand, my thumb brushing her cheek, forcing her to see the truth in my eyes. “Yeah, Lyri. We’re gonna bemorethan okay.”
I lean in, capturing her mouth again in a kiss that seals every promise I haven’t spoken.
I’m not the same man I was before her. She’s changed me, claimed me, and now she’smineagain, and I’ll spend every goddamn day making sure she never doubts it.
Whatever comes next, rain, war, or a Red Vine shortage, I’ll handle it.
All of it.
As long as she stays by my side, nothing else matters.
And my old man?He’d better know how to back the hell off.
Because this life, this woman, this love, it’s allmine.
Chapter Twenty-Five
CHASE
Lying on my sofa, I can’t tell if the warmth in my body is from the open flames flickering, the amazing sex we just had, or the knowledge that Lyric is mine again. She’s on top of me, her head on my chest, her hair fanned out over my shoulder as I stroke her blonde waves, loving every second of feeling her naked body on mine.
