Free Web NovelChapter 68: His Possession
~Lyra’s POV~
My breath hitched sharply as Ryland’s mouth hovered just above my heated core, his warm breath fanning teasingly over my slick folds. The anticipation was pure torture, my heart hammered wildly in my chest while his dark, intense eyes locked onto mine. That single look held so much hunger, so much love, it made my entire body tremble with need.
He leaned in closer, inhaling deeply, his eyelids fluttering shut as though my scent was the most intoxicating thing he’d ever experienced. The raw reverence in that simple act sent a fresh rush of warmth through me.
Then his tongue flicked out, gliding slowly, deliberately across my parted lips in one long, sensual stroke.
A soft gasp escaped me, quickly melting into a shaky moan. "Ryland... oh..."
That was all it took for him to unleash himself.
He kissed my pussy with open-mouthed hunger, sliding his tongue from my entrance up to my swollen clit and back down again. Each pass was slower and more intentional than the last, as if he wanted to memorize every inch of me. My legs trembled violently. I gripped the sheets tightly, my wetness coating his tongue as pleasure built in aching waves.
Gradually, he increased his pace. His tongue began circling my clit in perfect, rhythmic patterns that sent electric shocks racing through every nerve. The hunger in his movements was unmistakable, he devoured me like a man starved, each lick and suck an unspoken declaration of how deeply he desired me.
Before long, I was a complete moaning mess beneath him.
"Ahhhhh... yess... hmmmm~~~ fuck..."
The sounds spilled from my lips uncontrollably, growing louder with every stroke. My hips bucked against his face, chasing more of the pleasure he so generously gave. "Oh, God... yes... Ryland!"
My voice rose, breaking with need. The tension coiled tighter and tighter deep in my core, my muscles tightening as another release hovered dangerously close.
Without missing a beat, Ryland slipped two thick fingers inside me, curling them expertly to stroke that sensitive spot that made stars explode behind my eyelids. His tongue never stopped flicking, sucking, and lavishing attention on my clit while his fingers worked me relentlessly.
I thrashed against the bed, hands scrambling for purchase on the sheets as the wave crested.
"Oh... Ryland... oh, fuck!" I screamed, my voice cracking as the orgasm slammed into me like a tidal wave. freewёbnoνel.com
My body spasmed hard. Inner walls clenched rhythmically around his fingers as powerful surges of pleasure crashed through me. My thighs shook on either side of his head, and tears of overwhelming intensity pricked at the corners of my eyes. Ryland didn’t stop. He continued licking and pumping through every pulse, prolonging the ecstasy until I was writhing helplessly, gasping for air.
Even when the peak began to ebb, he lapped slowly at my folds with deliberate, almost worshipful strokes, savoring every drop of my release. The sight of his glistening lips and the satisfied hum vibrating against me left me boneless and floating.
When he finally pulled back, his mouth and chin shone with my wetness. A smug, deeply satisfied smirk curved his lips. He wiped his chin with the back of his hand, then leaned over me, capturing my mouth in a passionate, open kiss.
The taste of myself on his tongue was shockingly intimate and intoxicating. Despite how spent I felt, I kissed him back with equal fervor, pouring every ounce of love and lingering desire into it.
As our lips moved together, I felt something firm and hot pressing insistently against my entrance. A shiver raced down my spine. While I’d been lost in pleasure, Ryland had unbuckled his belt and freed himself. The thick head of his cock teased my slick folds, sliding up and down, coating himself in my arousal. freewebnøvel.com
Neither of us broke the kiss.
Ryland parted my legs wider, his strong hands gripping my thighs as he lifted my hips to meet him. He pushed forward slowly, stretching me inch by delicious inch. The sensation of his thick length filling me completely drew a deep, throaty moan from my chest straight into his mouth.
"Fuck, Lyra..." he groaned against my lips, voice strained with raw restraint. He buried himself to the hilt and paused, forehead resting against my shoulder as we both breathed through the intense connection. In that moment, it wasn’t just physical, it felt like our souls aligned, two halves finally whole.
After a heartbeat, he began to move. Slow, measured thrusts that pulled almost all the way out before sliding back in deep. The pace was maddeningly teasing, every stroke designed to make me crave more.
I couldn’t take it.
Wrapping my legs tightly around his waist, I dug my fingers into his back and urged him deeper. "Ryland... please..."
He broke the kiss just enough to look into my eyes. The love and hunger burning there stole my breath. Understanding my silent plea, he pulled back and drove into me with a powerful, wild thrust.
Pleasure exploded through me. I groaned loudly, lips parting on a broken moan as my hips rose to meet every thrust. Our bodies moved in perfect sync, skin slapping against skin, breaths mingling, hearts racing as one.
Ryland growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating against my neck. His hands roamed my body possessively: one cupped my breast, pinching and rolling my nipple, while the other gripped my hip, anchoring me as he took me with growing passion.
"So fucking tight, Lyra," he rasped, voice rough and tender at the same time. "You feel... incredible. Like you were made for me."
His words wrapped around my heart even as his body claimed mine. I tightened my inner walls around him deliberately, squeezing his cock with every thrust and drawing a deep, guttural groan from him.
I dug my nails into his shoulders, clinging to him as pleasure built again. Every deep stroke sent sparks shooting through me. The way he filled me so completely, the way his eyes never left mine even when the rhythm turned harder and faster, it was more than sex. It was love, raw and beautiful, expressed in every touch, every thrust, every whispered name against my skin.
My moans grew louder, unrestrained. I was lost in him, completely, willingly, eternally his.
And from the way Ryland held me, moved inside me, and looked at me like I was his entire world, I knew he felt exactly the same.
