Free Web NovelChapter 82: Lyra and Eren II
~Lyra’s POV~
"I’ve been waiting a long time to not have to study you from a distance," Eren said, his voice low and rough, like he’d been holding those words inside for years.
"You were terrible at the distance, for the record," I shot back, a teasing smile tugging at my lips even though my heart was hammering.
He chuckled softly, eyes darkening. "I was exceptional at the distance. That was the problem."
I stepped closer, the air between us already crackling. "Perhaps you can study this form up close." I took his hands and placed them firmly on my waist, letting him feel the heat of my skin through the thin fabric.
"Lyra..." he whispered, staring at me like I was the only thing in the universe. His thumbs traced small circles on my hips, sending tiny sparks everywhere he touched.
I nodded once, barely able to breathe.
Before I could react, Eren reached out and brushed a stray strand of hair from my face. The gentle touch sent a violent shiver racing down my spine. Suddenly the air felt electric, charged with everything we’d been denying for so long. My heart raced so hard I was sure he could hear it.
Without thinking, I leaned closer, drawn to the heat of his body like a moth to a flame. "Eren... I don’t want to wait anymore." free𝑤ebnovel.com
"God, Lyra, neither do I," he growled, his voice thick with need. "You have no idea how many nights I lay awake imagining this exact moment."
The tension that had been simmering all night finally snapped. In a blur of movement, Eren’s lips crashed against mine.
The kiss was fierce and desperate, a wild clash of two people who had wanted each other for far too long. I tasted the faint hint of alcohol on his breath, felt the roughness of his hands as they tangled in my hair, pulling me impossibly closer. Heat flooded every inch of me.
I didn’t push him away. I didn’t want to. Because I actually wanted him, every single part of him.
"I’ve wanted this... wanted you... for so long," I gasped between kisses, my fingers gripping the front of his shirt. "Don’t you dare stop now."
"Stopping isn’t even an option," he muttered against my mouth, his voice strained. "You’re mine tonight, Lyra. All mine."
We stumbled backward into one of the nearby rooms, lips still locked, hands frantic. The door slammed shut behind us with a loud bang that barely registered. Clothes were torn off and discarded in a messy trail, his shirt, my dress, everything forgotten as the heat between us exploded.
Eren leaned in closer, burying his face in the curve of my neck and inhaling deeply. His eyelids fluttered shut as he savored my scent like it was the most precious thing he’d ever known. The raw reverence in that simple act sent a fresh rush of warmth flooding through my body.
"Fuck, you smell so good," he groaned, his breath hot against my skin. "I could drown in you, Lyra. Tell me you want this as badly as I do."
"I do," I whispered, my voice trembling with need. "I want you inside me, Eren. Now. Please."
He parted my legs wider with strong, sure hands, gripping my thighs as he lifted my hips to meet him. Slowly, torturously, he pushed forward, stretching me inch by inch. The sensation of his thick length filling me completely drew a deep, throaty moan straight from my chest into his waiting mouth.
"Ishhhhhh... fuck, Eren," I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders.
"Fuck, Lyra..." he groaned against my lips, his voice raw with restraint. He buried himself to the hilt and paused, forehead resting against my shoulder as we both struggled to breathe through the intense connection. "You feel like heaven. So tight... so perfect around me."
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 can’t take it," I whimpered, wrapping my legs tightly around his waist. I dug my fingers into his back and urged him deeper. "Eren... please... harder. I need you deeper."
He broke the kiss just enough to look into my eyes. The love and hunger burning there stole my breath away. "You want me to lose control, baby?" he rasped, voice dark and dangerous. "Tell me exactly what you need."
"I need you to fuck me like you mean it," I moaned, my hips rising desperately to meet his. "Don’t hold back. I want to feel every inch of you."
Understanding the plea in my eyes and words, Eren pulled back and drove into me with powerful force. Pleasure exploded through my body like fireworks. I groaned loudly, lips parting on a broken moan as my hips rose to meet every single thrust. Our bodies moved in perfect sync, skin slapping against skin, breaths mingling, hearts racing as one.
"Eren... oh god, yes!" I cried out, my voice echoing in the room. "Just like that... don’t stop!"
Eren 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 until I gasped, while the other gripped my hip, anchoring me as he took me with growing passion.
"So fucking tight, Lyra," he rasped, eyes locked on mine. "You feel incredible. Every time I slide in, you squeeze me like you never want me to leave."
His words wrapped around my heart even as his body claimed mine completely. I tightened my inner walls around him deliberately, squeezing his cock with every thrust and drawing a deep, guttural groan from him.
"Lyra...fuck... do that again," he demanded, voice hoarse. "Milk me just like that. You’re driving me insane."
I dug my nails into his shoulders, clinging to him as the pleasure built higher and higher. 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, raw and urgent, it was all expressed in every touch, every thrust, every whispered name against my skin.
"Eren, I’m so close," I panted, my moans growing louder and unrestrained. "Don’t stop... please don’t stop. I need you."
"I’m not stopping until you come apart for me," he growled, slamming into me with perfect, punishing strokes. "Look at me, Lyra. I want to watch you when you fall."
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 and desire burning in his eyes.
"Eren... Eren!" I cried out, my body trembling violently as the pleasure reached an unbearable crescendo. Waves of ecstasy crashed over me again and again.
He held me tighter, his own rhythm growing erratic. "That’s it, baby. Let go. I’ve got you. I’ve always got you."
From the way Eren held me, moved inside me, and looked at me like I was his entire world, I knew he meant everything he had said since the moment we met. This wasn’t just lust. This was months of longing finally breaking free.
We rode the waves together, breaths ragged, bodies slick with sweat, hearts pounding in perfect unison. For that brief, beautiful moment, nothing else existed. It was just us, lost, found, and completely consumed by each other.
