~Lyra's POV~
"So fucking tight, Lyra," Ryland rasped, his voice rough with lust and something deeper, something that made my heart clench. "You feel… amazing."
His words sent a thrill racing through me. My inner walls clenched greedily around his thick length, pulling him deeper as another orgasm hovered dangerously close. Tears gathered at the corners of my eyes, blurring my vision while his cock continued pushing in and out of me with steady, powerful strokes. Every thrust stretched me perfectly, filling me so completely that I felt claimed, owned, and utterly cherished all at once.
The pleasure built to an almost unbearable crescendo. Each slide of his throbbing member sent sparks shooting up my spine. I had to bite down hard on my lip to stop myself from squealing. My thoughts grew hazy; nothing existed except the delicious drag of his cock, the way he filled every inch of me, and the overwhelming love burning in his eyes.
