Page 35 of Ly to Me (Devils of Alliston Springs #1)

Lyra

The Night

I laid on top of Carver, trying to catch my breath, but my heart wouldn’t allow for a calmer rhythm. My entire body hummed with him, and as he groaned, his chest bounced those vibrations right back along my skin.

“We aren’t done yet.” His calloused hand smoothed over my hair before his lips pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. Even with his tender touch, his cock bounced against my thigh, a reminder that we were nowhere close to being done.

You’re going to be covering me in your cum tonight. We’re not sleeping.

“I think you broke me,” I murmured, my legs trembling from the two back-to-back orgasms he gave me.

With one quick motion, he swept his leg between mine and rolled us, putting me on my back while his weight hovered above me.

“I’ll go slow. Promise.” He was careful not to crush me as he pressed lingering kisses on my neck, then shifted lower.

He kissed a line from my throat to between my breasts, then over each one, darting his tongue out to swirl over one nipple, then the other.

“I missed how soft you are.” He squeezed my breast as he continued lower, kissing a curvy line down to my navel. “So fucking pretty.” His hand slid down the side of my waist, supporting the arch in my back as he kissed even lower, and when he hit a spot right above my hip bone, I squirmed.

He laughed, low and warm. “You still do that, huh?”

I giggled. “I guess so.”

As he dipped between my legs, he flicked his atala blue eyes up to meet mine, the iridescence in them a startling reminder of the way he used to look at me.

Like I was his everything, and nothing else mattered.

Like he’d never feel for anyone else quite like he did for me.

Like he'd spent years picturing this moment, just like he said he had.

“Stay.” His tone was pleading. “Wherever you just went to in your mind, leave that at the door.”

I met his splayed fingers at my sides and twined mine through in answer. “I want you up here. Now.”

His fingertips dug into the grooves between my knuckles.

As he moved, he took one of my hands with him, using his other hand to brace himself above me.

Our joined hands slid higher up the bed as he bent down, rubbing the tip of his nose to mine.

I pressed my palm to his cheek, and he leaned into the touch.

“Ly,” he started.

“Don’t.” His brows furrowed as I cut him off. Whatever apology or question he had, I didn’t want it to bring out my anger. Right now, I was happy. Possibly the happiest I’d been since the last time we were in this same position. “Please. We can talk tomorrow.”

He nodded slowly, and as I spread my legs wider, he sank in closer to my center, the head of his cock nudging right at my entrance.

His lips brushed over mine. “Kiss me again, sweetheart.”

The moment our lips collided, so did our bodies. He pushed in to the hilt, and I moaned against his mouth. Our tongues and teeth and lips were dead-set on a dangerous collision course, but his hips maintained a slow rhythm, each move deliberate.

He released my fingers and slipped his hand beneath my knee, making him hit an angle that allowed him to go deeper. The only moments he left for breathing and not kissing, he was praising me, timing each with his thrusts.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful.” Out. “So wet, all for me.” In . “All fucking mine .” Out . “You feel like home.” In .

My chest had already begun cracking since I watched him break in front of me in the truck, but now? How could I make him feel like that yet also hear that I was his home all in the same night?

“Stay. Here.” His voice left no room for negotiations. Not that I’d be able to form any coherently. Because slow between us only meant one thing—

My husband was making love to me.

And I couldn’t find it in myself to want it any other way. Not tonight.

I swept my fingers into his hair, pulling his mouth back to mine, letting our bodies do the talking.

Car angled himself in a way that made each thrust brush against my clit, each pull back making me desperate for more.

The ends of the barbells along his cock rubbed against my walls, and his breathing turned ragged right as another orgasm started to rise.

My fingers fell from his hair, gliding like a soft whisper down his neck, then his chest and onto the hard planes of his abdomen.

His muscles twitched and shook above me, around me, inside me.

I broke our kiss to glance between our sweat-slicked bodies, and the sight alone drove me closer to the edge.

I bit down on my lip, our eyes locking once more.

He shifted his hold under my leg, resting it over the crook of his arm as his thrusts picked up in pace.

The same arm holding up my leg snaked over my thigh, and when his thumb circled over my clit, I let out a cry.

He drank in my cries, chasing his own release. When he slowed, he kept kissing me, moving to the corner of my lips, my cheek, and then my forehead as his cock pulsed deep inside me.

Car slowly rolled off, then took me in his arms, guiding my back to his front.

His fingers drew lazy circles over my stomach, the calloused tips and the soft kisses he started planting down my neck soothing in ways I’d be lying if I said I’d forgotten all about.

Only now, he was a full-blown man, and my chest ached thinking about what I’d missed out on over the past ten years.

His cock hardened behind me, pressing into my ass as I curled back against his welcoming hold. I couldn’t help but laugh, and the way he held me tighter to him as he chuckled while kissing my shoulder made me realize one thing—

No amount of time or space would have ever taken him away from me, because Carver Roland felt like home to me, too.