Delih y on the bed, still trembling from everything that had just happened. Her heart raced as she stared at the ceiling, unable to fully process how she had ended up in this situation. The lingering heat of Lyra’s touch still radiated through her body, and she could feel the ghost of Lyra’s fingers tracing her skin.
The sound of running water filled the silence, pulling her attention to the bathroom. Lyra was in there, scrubbing away the blood that had caked her body. The memory of Lyra’s strength, her dominance, and the intensity of her presence made Delih’s pulse quicken once more. She couldn’t believe how easily she had succumbed, how much she had wanted it—and still did.
When the water stopped, Lyra emerged from the bathroom, her skin glistening with the remnants of moisture, her dark hair dripping down her back. She hadn’t bothered to cover up, her toned, muscur body on full dispy as she walked towards Delih, who couldn’t tear her eyes away from her.
“You look better like this,” Delih said, her voice barely above a whisper as her gaze trailed down Lyra’s body.
Lyra smirked, a glint of amusement in her golden eyes. “I feel better.” She opened Delih’s closet, rummaging through her clothes, her muscles flexing with every movement. She pulled out a pin white shirt and tossed it onto the bed, raising an eyebrow. “This will do.”
Delih nodded slowly, her eyes locked onto Lyra’s. There was something undeniably captivating about her—the way she moved with effortless grace, the power she carried in her presence, and that primal, almost dangerous aura that clung to her like a second skin.
Lyra slipped the shirt over her head, the fabric clinging to her damp skin. Even in something so simple, she looked commanding, her piercing gaze never leaving Delih as she crossed the room to stand by the bed.
“You’ve got a lot of nerve, you know,” Lyra said, her voice low and husky, as she leaned down closer to Delih, their faces inches apart. “Bringing me in here, partying with your friends like you didn’t just dump a stranger in your basement.”
Delih’s lips parted, but no words came out. She had no excuse, no real defense. Lyra was right—she had left her there, forgotten about her while she enjoyed her night. And yet, she couldn’t find it in herself to regret it. Not now.
Lyra reached out, her fingers gently brushing a lock of hair from Delih’s face, her touch surprisingly tender given the intensity of everything that had just transpired. “You’re lucky I don’t mind,” Lyra whispered, her eyes softening ever so slightly. “But next time… don’t let it happen again.”
Delih swallowed, nodding slowly, still lost in Lyra’s gaze. “I won’t,” she managed to say, her voice barely audible.
Satisfied, Lyra stood upright and gnced around the room. “Get some rest,” she ordered, her tone shifting back to one of authority. “You’re going to need it.”
Delih blinked, still caught up in the whirlwind of emotions, but she nodded again. As Lyra turned to leave, she called out, “Wait.”
Lyra paused, turning her head slightly. “What?”
Delih hesitated, biting her lip. “Are you… staying?”
Lyra’s lips curled into a teasing smile. “Do you want me to?”
Delih’s heart skipped a beat. “Yes,” she whispered, almost breathless.
Without another word, Lyra moved back to the bed, her gaze never leaving Delih’s as she settled beside her. The weight of her presence was comforting, even though Delih knew she was far from tame. There was something wild about Lyra, something that made Delih’s pulse race in both fear and excitement.
“Good night, Delih,” Lyra murmured, her voice a soothing growl as she y back, folding her arms behind her head, eyes still gleaming with that predator’s edge.
*
Delih held her breath, captivated by the sight before her. Lyra’s strong features were softened in sleep, but the tension in her brow told a different story—one of internal struggle. The beads of sweat glistened on her skin, highlighting the intricate tattoos that snaked around her arms and down her sides. Each one seemed to tell a story of its own.
As Delih reached out, her fingers brushed lightly against Lyra’s forehead, soothingly trying to ease the remnants of the battle she could see pying out in her dreams. Lyra stirred slightly at the touch but didn’t wake. Delih felt a rush of warmth flood her chest, a mixture of tenderness and something primal that sent her heart racing.
Finally, with a slow blink, Lyra’s golden eyes fluttered open, locking onto Delih’s gaze. A smirk spread across her lips, the mischievous glint in her eyes unmistakable. “And here I thought I was dreaming,” she teased, her voice still husky with sleep.
Delih chuckled softly, relief washing over her. “You had quite the battle in your sleep. I thought I might have to wake you up.”
Lyra lifted her head slightly, propping herself up on one elbow. “Did you now? And what would you have done if I didn’t wake up?” The pyful challenge danced in her eyes, igniting a spark of excitement in Delih’s core.
“I don’t know,” Delih admitted, a pyful smile creeping onto her lips. “Maybe I would’ve had to join you in the dream. Fight off whatever monsters were haunting you.”
Lyra’s smirk widened, revealing a hint of her sharp canines. “You think you can handle it?” Her gaze shifted to the tattoos again, and she traced one of the designs on her arm with a finger, deep in thought. “These aren’t just for show, you know. They hold power. Each one represents something—each has a purpose.”
Delih leaned closer, curiosity piqued. “What do they mean?”
Lyra hesitated for a moment, the lightness in her demeanour shifting slightly. “They’re reminders of my past. Battles fought, losses endured, the price of my power.” She paused, then added with a softer tone, “But they also remind me of what I have to protect now.”
Delih felt a pang of understanding, a connection forming between them in that moment. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” she said gently. “But… if you ever want to share, I’m here.”
Lyra studied her for a long moment, her expression shifting to something more vulnerable, though still guarded. “I appreciate that,” she finally replied, her voice low. “But some things are better left unsaid. It’s safer that way.”
“Safer for you, or safer for me?” Delih asked, not backing down.
“Both.” Lyra’s tone was serious, but the hint of a smile still lingered on her lips. “But enough about my secrets. What are you doing staring at me so intently? Did you enjoy the view?”
Delih felt heat rise to her cheeks. “Maybe I did,” she replied, matching Lyra’s pyful energy. “I mean, how could I not? You’re kind of breathtaking.”
Lyra chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that sent a thrill through Delih. “Fttery will get you everywhere.” She shifted closer, her presence warm and inviting. “But don’t think I’ll go easy on you just because you’re sweet-talking me.”
Delih leaned in, her heart racing as she met Lyra’s gaze, feeling the electric tension crackling between them. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
Lyra’s smirk returned, and as she lowered her voice, it became thick with promise. “Good. Because I’m just getting started.”
The moment between Delih and Lyra hung in the air like a sweet, heavy perfume, but it shattered when the familiar sound of her friends’ voices echoed from downstairs.
“Delih! Where are you?” one of her friends called out, ughter cing her tone. “We need you! Come on, let’s party!”
Delih sighed, the bubble of intimacy between her and Lyra popping with a thud. She leaned back, reluctantly breaking the connection they had just forged. “I should go deal with them,” she said, her tone tinged with annoyance.
Lyra raised an eyebrow, a teasing smirk pying at the corners of her mouth. “You don’t sound too thrilled about it.”
“Not really,” she admitted, running a hand through her hair in frustration. “I didn’t even want to throw this party in the first pce. All I wanted was a night to myself.”
“Well, duty calls,” Lyra replied, her gaze steady. “You should take care of your friends.”
Delih offered a half-hearted smile. “I guess. I just don’t want them to make a mess of things.”
With a sigh, she slipped out of bed, pulling on a loose shirt to cover her lingerie before heading towards the door. She paused, gncing back at Lyra, who remained propped up against the pillows, an amused expression dancing on her face.
“Try to be discreet, will you?” Delih said, knowing the chaos her friends could unleash. “I don’t want them barging in here and seeing you. I want you to think I’m at least a little put together.”
Lyra chuckled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Don’t worry. I’m just a figment of your imagination, remember?”
Delih rolled her eyes, trying to suppress a smile as she stepped out of the room. The ughter and chatter from her friends grew louder as she descended the stairs, each step reminding her of the delicious distraction she had just left behind.
“Delih! Finally!” one of her friends, Kay, excimed as she entered the living room, a bright smile pstered across her face. “We thought you’d disappeared!”
“Yeah, I was… busy,” Delih said, forcing a smile as she surveyed the scene. Empty bottles and crumpled snack wrappers littered the floor, evidence of their te-night festivities. “What’s going on?”
“We’re pnning to hit the ke ter!” another friend, Tasha, chimed in, her voice high with excitement. “We want you to come with us! It’ll be so much fun!”
Delih tried to mask her frustration as she looked around the messy room. “Sounds great, but maybe we should clean this pce up first?”
“Oh, come on! Just leave it! It’s fine!” Kay waved her hand dismissively. “We can clean ter. Let’s just enjoy the day!”
Delih felt a surge of irritation. “I’d rather not have the pce looking like a pigsty. I just cleaned up, and I don’t want anyone thinking I’m a mess.”
Tasha rolled her eyes pyfully. “You worry too much! You’re not a pig, Delih. You just have a good time! Besides, you’re not the one who’s going to have to see it ter, right?”
“Yeah, but I have guests to think about,” she replied, gncing back toward the master bedroom, her thoughts drifting to Lyra. “Can we just get it together for a second?”
After a moment of bickering and persuasion, Delih managed to wrangle her friends into cleaning. They set to work picking up the debris of their night, and though they grumbled, the chatter was lighthearted and familiar.
As they cleaned, Delih couldn’t shake the feeling that she needed to check on Lyra. The st thing she wanted was for her to think she was embarrassed by her presence. After a few minutes, she made her way back upstairs, her heart racing slightly at the thought of the stunning woman waiting in her room.
“Okay, guys, I’ll be right back,” she called over her shoulder as she climbed the stairs, her mind already drifting back to the connection she’d felt with Lyra.
As she reached the master bedroom door, she paused for a moment, taking a deep breath. No matter what, she wasn’t about to let her friends ruin this unexpected spark. Pushing the door open, she found Lyra still lounging in bed, a rexed smile spreading across her face as she met Delih’s gaze.
“Did you manage to escape your friends?” Lyra asked pyfully, her golden eyes twinkling with mischief.
“Barely,” she replied with a ugh, feeling the tension of the earlier chaos melted away. “I just couldn’t let them see this pce in ruins.” She gestured vaguely to the room around them. “I want you to think I’m a good host.”
Lyra chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that sent shivers of delight down Delih’s spine. “You’re already a great host. I’m comfortable here, and that’s what matters, right?”
“Right,” she agreed, moving closer to the bed, her heart beating faster as the pyful air between them returned. “So, what now? We can ignore the chaos downstairs and focus on… us.”
Lyra’s smirk widened. “Now that sounds like a pn.”
“Before we do anything,” Lyra said, stretching her arms above her head, “I’m hungry.”
Delih frowned, realisation hitting her. “You’ve been here all this time, and I didn’t even think to feed you. I’m such a terrible host.”
Lyra ughed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Well, you have to remember, I was a bit preoccupied. But now, I’m hungry for both.”
Delih raised an eyebrow, smirking as she climbed onto the bed and straddled her. “Are you hungry for me, or do you want something for your stomach?”
Lyra chuckled, the sound low and inviting. “Why not both? But I think your lovely core needs a little rest after our st round. So, let’s focus on food for now.”
Delih rolled her eyes pyfully, yet her heart raced at the closeness. “Fine, I’ll whip something up. But only if you give me something in return.”
Lyra’s grin widened as she leaned back, her golden eyes locked onto Delih. “What do you want? A kiss? An affectionate embrace?” She feigned deep thought, then added jokingly, “Do you want to have my baby?”
Delih blinked in confusion for a moment, processing the absurdity of the suggestion. “What?!” she excimed, ughter bubbling up before she shook her head, trying to focus. “No! You never kissed me.”
“Fair enough,” Lyra replied, her voice sultry.
With a teasing smile, she leaned closer, her breath brushing against Delih’s lips, and then she closed the gap between them. Their mouths met in a passionate kiss that ignited a fire between them, a rush of heat and desire swirling as they melted into each other.
Delih felt herself melting against Lyra’s body, her hands sliding through the strong curves of Lyra’s arms as the kiss deepened. Time seemed to stop around them, their world narrowing to just the two of them and the electricity that crackled in the air.
When Lyra finally pulled back, she left Delih breathless, their lips barely parted, her smirk pyful yet sultry. “Now that’s more like it,” she teased, her voice low. “But I still need food to fuel this body of mine.”
Delih chuckled, trying to regain her composure. “Alright, I’ll go make something. But you’d better behave while I’m gone.”
Lyra leaned back against the pillows, a satisfied grin on her face. “You know I can’t promise that.”
Delih rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress a smile. She reluctantly climbed off Lyra, her body still tingling from their kiss. “Stay right here. I’ll be back in a minute.”
As she made her way to the kitchen, she couldn’t help but gnce back at Lyra, who was watching her with an intensity that made her heart race. The woman was a force of nature, captivating and wild, and Delih felt a mix of excitement and uncertainty at the path they were walking down.
After rummaging through the kitchen, Delih settled on preparing a simple breakfast: scrambled eggs with herbs, toast, and a side of fruit. It wasn’t gourmet, but she figured it would satisfy Lyra’s hunger.
As she cooked, her mind wandered back to their earlier intimacy—the way Lyra had made her feel, the connection that had sparked between them like a wildfire. She had never expected to find someone like Lyra, someone so raw and fierce, in the midst of a chaotic party night.
Delih finished cooking and pted the food, taking a moment to appreciate how well the eggs looked next to the vibrant fruit. She took a deep breath, grounding herself before returning to the master bedroom, feeling a sense of anticipation bubbling within her.
When she entered the room, she found Lyra still lounging on the bed, propped up on one elbow, her gaze piercing and filled with interest. “What took you so long?” Lyra asked, eyeing the pte in Delih’s hands.
“Had to make sure it was worth your while,” she replied, setting the pte down on the bedside table. “Breakfast is served.”
Lyra chuckled, gncing at the food before her gaze returned to Delih. “You spoil me. But I think you know I’m hungry for more than just food.”
Delih felt her cheeks flush, a mix of embarrassment and excitement at the unspoken tension that lingered in the air. “Well, let’s see if this fills you up,” she said, a pyful challenge in her tone as she grabbed a fork and offered it to her.
Lyra took the fork, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. “You’re going to feed me, huh?”
Delih nodded, feeling bold. “Only if you’re a good girl.”
Lyra raised an eyebrow, the challenge sparking in her eyes. “I think I can manage that.”
Delih watched as Lyra took a bite, her expression a mixture of delight and mischief. As they shared breakfast, the air between them buzzed.
Delih pced the pte down on the side and looked at Lyra, who was staring at her with an amused glint in her golden eyes. “Are you still hungry for me?” She asked, a teasing lilt to her voice.
Lyra nodded slowly, her gaze unwavering. “Always.”
“I locked the door,” she added, a sense of pride swelling within her at the small act of decisiveness.
A smirk danced across Lyra’s lips. “Well, get on with it. Show me what you want. Better yet, why don’t you do it yourself? I’m at your mercy, Miss Delih.”
Delih felt a rush of nerves shoot through her, realising she had just given up control. The weight of Lyra’s gaze was both thrilling and intimidating, and for a brief moment, uncertainty washed over her. Would she be able to rise to the occasion? But as she took a steadying breath, courage began to creep in, filling the spaces of doubt.
“Okay,” she said, her voice steadier than she felt. “Just… don’t move.”
Lyra chuckled softly, a low, sultry sound that sent shivers down her spine. “I promise I won’t.”
Delih bit her lip, trying to shake off her nervousness as she slowly climbed back onto the bed, feeling the soft sheets beneath her. She could feel the heat radiating from Lyra.
As she positioned herself above Lyra, she couldn’t help but admire her. The way the sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting golden shadows on Lyra’s skin, accentuated the tattoos that adorned her arms.
She took a deep breath, the air thick with anticipation. “You’re so beautiful,” Delih said, her voice soft but filled with genuine admiration. She reached out, tracing a finger along one of Lyra’s biceps, feeling the muscles beneath her touch. Lyra’s skin was warm and inviting, and Delih’s heart raced at the idea of exploring every inch of her.
Lyra’s smirk widened, and she settled back against the pillows, clearly enjoying the attention. “I could say the same about you.”
Delih leaned down, capturing Lyra’s lips in a kiss that was soft yet filled with urgency. She felt Lyra respond immediately, her hands finding their way to Delih’s waist, pulling her closer. Delih deepened the kiss, pouring her desire into the connection, feeling Lyra’s body mold against hers.
After a moment, Delih pulled back, breathless. She hovered above Lyra, their faces mere inches apart, and whispered, “What do you want me to do?”
Lyra’s eyes gleamed with mischief as she answered, “Take control, Delih. Show me how much you want me.”
Delih’s pulse quickened at Lyra’s words. The room seemed to shrink around them, and she felt the weight of Lyra’s gaze like a fme igniting her skin. She leaned back, her knees pressing into the bed on either side of Lyra’s hips, and let her hands explore the curves of her body, tracing the outline of her strong thighs.
As she let her fingers dance over Lyra’s skin, she felt emboldened by the way Lyra watched her—eyes darkened with need, mouth slightly parted as if she was waiting for more. Delih’s heart raced, and she realised she wanted this, wanted to give in to the heat between them.
With a newfound confidence, she leaned down again, trailing kisses from Lyra’s lips down to her neck, taking her time to savour every inch. As she continued, she felt Lyra’s fingers entwining in her hair, urging her closer, and she smiled against her skin, enjoying the power of the moment.
“Just like that,” Lyra murmured, her voice a low growl. “You’re doing so well.”
Delih felt a thrill run through her at the praise, her own desires surging within her. She took her time, teasing and exploring, feeling the heat radiating from Lyra’s body and the rising need in her own core. Every kiss, every gentle tug of Lyra’s hair, seemed to drive them both deeper into their intoxicating world.
Delih’s confidence surged as she continued her exploration, trailing kisses down Lyra’s colrbone and across her chest. She could feel Lyra’s breath hitch in her throat, the anticipation electrifying the air around them. Her heart raced as she pushed her own boundaries, wanting to draw out every sigh, every gasp from the beautiful woman beneath her.
Lyra’s fingers tightened in Delih’s hair, guiding her as she mapped out the delicate curves of her body. “You know,” Lyra breathed, her voice thick with desire, “you’re not going to tease me, are you?”
Delih pulled back slightly, meeting Lyra’s intense gaze. “Tease you?” she echoed, a wicked smile forming on her lips. “Maybe I want to make you wait a little longer.”
With a pyful glint in her eye, Delih shifted lower, her mouth trailing down Lyra’s body. She savoured every inch of skin, her lips brushing lightly over the surface, making Lyra squirm beneath her. She could hear the soft whimpers escaping Lyra’s mouth, the way her body responded to every touch sending a thrill through her core.
Lyra’s breaths came faster, and Delih revelled in the power she felt. She reached the waistband of Lyra’s bottoms and hesitated, gncing back up to see Lyra watching her with a heated gaze.
“Delih,” Lyra urged, her voice low and commanding, “don’t make me ask twice.”
Her pulse quickened at the words, and she smirked, deciding to embrace the challenge. She hooked her fingers under the waistband, teasingly pulling them down just enough to expose the soft skin beneath. Lyra’s breath caught, and Delih took a moment to admire the sight before her.
“Beautiful,” she whispered, her fingers dancing along the newly exposed skin. She leaned down, pcing soft kisses along Lyra’s thighs, savouring the taste of her skin, the way Lyra’s body responded to her every touch.
With a rush of excitement, Delih shifted her focus, her lips finally connecting with Lyra’s core. The moment their skin touched, a low growl rumbled from Lyra’s chest, urging Delih on. She worked with fervor, her tongue swirling and teasing, driving Lyra wild with need.
Lyra’s fingers tangled in Delih’s hair, pulling her closer as she writhed against the sheets. “Just like that, Delih,” she encouraged, her voice thick with pleasure. “You’re perfect.”
Delih felt a rush of pride at the praise. She increased her pace, adding pressure where it was needed, her mind focused solely on bringing Lyra to the edge. The taste of Lyra was intoxicating, each sound of pleasure pushing her deeper into a haze of desire.
“Goddess, I’m close,” Lyra moaned, her hips bucking against Delih’s mouth. “Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop.”
Delih’s heart raced as she relished the way Lyra responded to her touch. She focused her attention, using her hands to explore Lyra’s curves, kneading her thighs, feeling every quiver of muscle beneath her fingers.
Finally, with one st flick of her tongue, she pushed Lyra over the edge. Lyra let out a cry that echoed through the room, her body arching and trembling as waves of ecstasy washed over her. Delih watched in awe, mesmerised by the beauty of her release.
As Lyra’s body slowly calmed, Delih pulled back, licking her lips and savouring the taste of victory. Lyra looked down at her, breathless and flushed, a smile spreading across her face that spoke volumes. “That was incredible,” she murmured, still trying to catch her breath.
Delih beamed, pride swelling in her chest. “I’m gd you enjoyed it,” she replied, feeling a sense of accomplishment. But she wasn’t done just yet; she wanted to feel the heat of Lyra’s body against hers, to lose herself in the passion that had ignited between them.
Climbing up Lyra’s body, Delih captured her lips in a searing kiss, tasting the remnants of their encounter. She pressed her body against Lyra’s, feeling the warmth radiate from her, wanting to meld their bodies together.
Lyra pulled back, her gaze filled with desire. “Now it’s my turn,” she said, her voice ced with mischief. Before Delih could respond, she rolled them over, pinning Delih beneath her.
Delih’s heart raced as she watched Lyra, her powerful presence captivating. Lyra hovered above her, a wicked smile pying on her lips. “I hope you’re ready,” she teased, “because I’m going to make you scream.”
Lyra’s hand slid down between Delih’s thighs, her fingers finding the sensitive spot that made Delih gasp as their cores pressed together. The slick heat between them was intoxicating, their bodies melding into one as Lyra’s hips began a slow, teasing grind against Delih’s.
***Her nails dug into Lyra’s back, her breath hitching at the intensity of the connection. Every roll of Lyra’s hips sent a shockwave of pleasure through her, and she could feel the overwhelming heat building between them. Lyra’s strength was unrelenting, her pace controlled, deliberate—almost torturous.
“You like that, don’t you?” Lyra growled into her ear, her breath hot against Delih’s skin, making her shiver. “Tell me how much you want me.”
“I... I can’t... it’s too much,” Delih panted, her body trembling, overwhelmed by the intensity of Lyra’s movements.
“Too much?” Lyra chuckled darkly, her tone dripping with wicked amusement. “I haven’t even started.”
Without warning, Lyra shifted, wrapping Delih’s legs around her waist as she thrust her hips harder, their cores meeting with a sharp jolt of pleasure. Delih cried out, her body arching into Lyra’s as every nerve in her body ignited at once. The rhythm was relentless, and Lyra showed no mercy, her thrusts deep and hard, grinding down into Delih with every movement.
Delih’s mind spun, completely lost in the haze of pleasure as Lyra took control. The friction between their slick bodies was maddening, pushing her closer and closer to the edge with each merciless grind of Lyra’s hips. Delih’s moans turned into desperate, breathless gasps as the intensity of Lyra’s movements grew.
“You feel so good,” Lyra groaned, her voice rough with desire as she rocked her hips harder, her hands gripping Delih’s waist with a bruising force. “Don’t hold back, Delih. I want to hear you.”
Delih couldn’t contain the sound that ripped from her throat as her body responded to Lyra’s command. Her head fell back, eyes squeezing shut as pleasure surged through her in unstoppable waves, her body helpless under Lyra’s control. The tension built rapidly, like a coil tightening in her core, every thrust sending her spiraling closer to oblivion.
Lyra’s eyes were locked on Delih’s face, drinking in every gasp, every shudder of her body, her own pleasure building as she ravished her. “You’re mine,” Lyra growled, her lips brushing Delih’s ear as her pace quickened, becoming almost brutal. “Say it.”
Delih’s breath came in ragged pants as she clung to Lyra’s shoulders, her body shaking with the force of the pleasure coursing through her. “I’m yours,” she whimpered, the words barely coherent as she gave herself over completely.
With a final, sharp thrust, Lyra pressed their bodies together, and that was all it took. Delih shattered, her climax hitting her with brutal intensity. Her body convulsed, and her moans filled the room as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her, leaving her breathless, trembling, completely undone.
Lyra didn’t let up, continuing to grind into her, wringing every st drop of pleasure from Delih’s body. The sensation was overwhelming, almost too much, but Delih couldn’t stop herself from giving in to the delicious torture. Her body quivered, the pleasure turning into a maddening, endless spiral as Lyra’s merciless movements kept her teetering on the edge of another release.
“Good girl,” Lyra murmured, her voice low and dripping with satisfaction as she felt Delih tremble beneath her. “Don’t you dare stop.”
Delih was helpless, her body completely under Lyra’s control as another climax built rapidly, her moans turning into desperate cries. Her body burned with pleasure, her mind consumed by the relentless rhythm Lyra forced upon her.
With one final thrust, Lyra pushed her over the edge again, and Delih cried out, her body writhing in Lyra’s grasp as she came hard, her entire world narrowing to the feeling of Lyra’s body pressed against hers.
Lyra held her through it, her strong arms keeping Delih close, the heat between them pulsing with every breath. “You’re mine now,” Lyra whispered, her voice filled with dark promise.
