Free Web NovelChapter 66: My First
~Lyra’s POV~
"I see you’re very patient, my love. But don’t worry, when I’m done..." freewebnovel.cσ๓
"Just fuck me already," I interrupted, my voice trembling with raw, desperate desire. The words spilled out before I could cage them, heavy and breathless, as if my body had taken control and my mind was simply along for the ride.
My skin burned. Every inch of me screamed for Ryland’s touch, for the friction, the fullness, the release I’d been craving since the moment his lips first claimed mine again tonight. I had no intention of waiting any longer. The ache between my thighs had become unbearable, a deep, throbbing need that pulsed in time with my racing heart. I wanted him, needed him... right now.
Ryland, however, seemed to thrive on my frustration. A wilder, wider smirk curved his lips as he slowly shook his head, his dark eyes gleaming with wicked amusement and something far more primal. He didn’t rush. Not even close. Instead, he reveled in it, drawing out every second like a predator toying with its prey.
"My lady," he murmured, his voice low and velvety, laced with teasing affection, "don’t be in such a hurry. Patience, you see, is a virtue. Let me..."
He paused mid-sentence, but not because he’d run out of words.
A sharp gasp tore from my throat, immediately followed by a deep, involuntary moan that filled the room as his fingers deftly shifted my panties to the side. Two thick fingers slid into my hot, wet, aching core with deliberate, torturous slowness. The intrusion was exquisite, stretching me just enough to make my back arch off the bed, every nerve ending igniting at once.
My inner walls clenched greedily around him, pulling him deeper as pleasure flooded my senses. It was beyond words. The slick heat, the perfect pressure, the way he curled his fingers ever so slightly, it all blended into a haze of intoxicating bliss. My hips rocked instinctively, chasing more, but he kept the pace maddeningly controlled.
I was alive with sensation. The cool air from the windows kissed my overheated skin, contrasting sharply with the fire Ryland stoked inside me. My wolf surged beneath the surface, howling for her mate, urging me to surrender completely.
Desperate to match his intensity and regain some semblance of control, I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra. The straps slipped down my shoulders, and I shrugged it off completely, letting it fall forgotten to the side. Cool air brushed over my bare breasts, tightening my nipples into hard peaks.
Ryland’s gaze dropped instantly, darkening to near-black as it locked onto my exposed chest. His Adam’s apple bobbed hard as he swallowed, his fingers pausing for a heartbeat inside me before resuming their slow, rhythmic thrust. The momentary stillness only heightened the anticipation, making me whimper softly.
He was devouring me with his eyes, lingering on the curve of my left breast, the way it rose and fell with my ragged breaths. The hunger in his expression sent a fresh wave of heat pooling low in my belly. I could see the war in him: the gentleman who wanted to worship me slowly versus the beast who wanted to claim me hard and fast.
Since he wasn’t playing nice, I decided two could play this game.
I reached up, cupping my breasts in my hands, massaging them slowly, deliberately. My thumbs brushed over the sensitive pink nipples, pinching and rolling them until they stood even more erect, aching for his mouth. The combination of my own touch and the cool breeze made me shudder violently. I threw my head back against the pillow, a seductive moan slipping from my lips as pleasure rippled through me.
I knew the effect it had on him. Ryland’s breathing grew heavier, more labored. His eyes glinted with predatory hunger, the kind that promised I would pay sweetly for this little stunt. He was supposed to be the one pleasuring me, yet here I was, torturing him by touching myself so openly, so shamelessly. freēwēbηovel.c૦m
His control wavered visibly. The muscles in his jaw ticked. His fingers inside me twitched, but he stubbornly maintained that infuriatingly slow pace, as if daring me to beg louder, to break first.
"Ryland," I gasped, my voice thick with need, heavy with frustration. The pleasure built higher and higher, coiling tight in my core like a spring ready to snap, but never quite reaching the peak. It was maddening. Deliciously cruel.
Before I could plead for more, he withdrew his fingers suddenly, leaving me achingly empty. A protest rose in my throat, but it died the instant he thrust back in, with three fingers this time, deeper, stretching me fuller.
A loud cry tore from my lips. My head, which had lifted slightly, fell back hard against the bed. The exquisite burn of the stretch sent sparks shooting up my spine. I rocked against his hand desperately, chasing the friction, my body moving of its own accord.
"Fuck!" I grunted, the word raw and unfiltered.
My hands squeezed my breasts harder, fingers digging in as I spread my legs even wider for him. My inner muscles clenched rhythmically around his invading fingers, trying to pull him deeper, to keep him there. The wet sounds of his movements filled the room, obscene and intoxicating.
Ryland’s pace finally began to quicken. He pumped harder, thrusting with fervor, his fingers curling expertly to stroke that sensitive spot inside me with every pass. I squirmed beneath him, lost in the building storm.
Unable to hold back any longer, my hands flew from my chest to his shirt. I fisted the fabric tightly and yanked him down, dragging his mouth to mine in a desperate, hungry kiss.
He melted into it instantly. His tongue licked softly, sweetly at my bottom lip, teasing, before pushing past to claim my mouth. The kiss was tender and tantalizingly slo, almost romantic in its depth while below, his fingers continued their relentless assault. The contrast drove me wild: sweet and slow above, fast and filthy below.
Our tongues wrestled, brushing and dancing in a heated battle for dominance. Of course, Ryland won. He always did. He angled his head, deepening the kiss until I was dizzy, drowning in his taste, his scent, the sheer masculinity of him.
I lifted my legs, locking them around his waist, pulling him very closer even as his hand worked between us. The new angle allowed his fingers to sink even more deeper. I needed release. I needed it soon, or I might shatter from the tension alone.
