"That's it," Zen's voice echoed directly inside her mind, sounding like a dark, commanding purr. "Fall apart for me, Lyra."
That mental command was the final, devastating push she needed.
Lyra's violet eyes rolled completely back in her head. A beautiful, broken cry tore from her throat as an earth-shattering climax ripped through her body.
Her pussy clamped down incredibly hard around his thick fingers, pulsing and milking him with desperate, rhythmic squeezes.
Wave after wave of blinding pleasure crashed over her. Her thighs shook violently around his head as her hips bucked and twitched uncontrollably. She arched her back so sharply off the table that she looked like a drawn bow, crying out his name again and again in raw, shattered moans.
