Page 195 of Lost Lyrebird

I nod.

“Let me hear it, then.”

“Yes.More than.”

“You sure?Because I’m about to deliver on what you ask for.”

With all the sass I can muster, I tease, “Promises, promises.”

He chuckles darkly and twists the chain around his fist.His other hand grabs his cock.For a moment, he watches the tip of his cock as he runs it up and down over my slick pussy.Raising the chain, he lifts my chin and takes my mouth in a long, drawn-out kiss.He notches the head of his cock inside me, and so painfully slowly, pushes forward.

The feel of him is better than I remembered.Memory doesn’t do it justice.His cock is thick and veiny, wide at the tip, with a girth that leaves little to the imagination and guarantees a lasting impression, one I’ll absolutely feel tomorrow.

With one hand guiding my hip to meet his, he slides out and back in.Out and back in.Each glide hits a different depth until he’s seated fully inside me.

It begins as a gradual, torturous seduction—more about savoring the feel of our connection than the need to reach an orgasm.

Long steady strokes.

Kisses along my neck and shoulders.

His fingertips brand my skin as they cup my breasts and play with my nipples.

His scent surrounds me, and I breathe it in as I begin to let go.

Then he’s gently laying me back until my shoulder blades rest against the cushions, though my ass stays on the arm of the couch.The angle gives him better access to my body, which he takes full advantage of.

Grasping my hip in a deadly grip, his pace increases.The harsh snap of his hips has me huskily crying out his name.

“Fuck, you feel so fuckin’ good, baby.So goddamn right,” he mutters breathlessly as he begins to pound into me.

“Same.Fuck.So good.”My back bows on the next rut he delivers.

“Wrap those pretty legs around me, woman.”

I do—and his shaft drives forward to the moment my ankles cross at the small of his back.

He slides his hand up the chain.The constriction to my airway does something to me— sends me spiralling.

He pulls out, only to slam back into me with a punishing thrust that rocks my entire body.There’s nothing I can do but lie there and take it.I nearly bite down on my hand to muffle the cries threatening to break free as the sensation turns over-fucking-whelming.

“Finn—Jesus,” I gasp, clutching onto him like a lifeline, digging my nails into his skin, marking him like he’s no doubt marked me with his harsh kisses.

“It’s all right, baby.You can take it.I know you can.”

His gaze locks onto my tits as they bounce from the force of his thrusts.“Fucking hell.This body was made to take me.This pussy?Made for me.Wasn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“That’s right.And you take it so damn good, Lil’.Like the perfect naughty little vixen you are.My good fucking girl, huh?”

“God, yes.Yours.”

“Yeah, you are.”

And I swear to God, it becomes a fucking religious experience as he fucks me with so much power and at an angle that hits just right.

My whole body shakes as my orgasm rushes forward.I whisper his name along with God’s, giving voice to pleasure and the reverence it deserves, because the coming together, the reconnection of us in this way, has been years in the making, and it’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever felt.