Page 120 of Ly to Me

I snatched her wrist, then singled out a finger with blood on it and wiped it over her bottom lip, staining them red. Her lips parted as her fingers loosened, sending the knife clattering to the ground.

She whispered my name like the word had stolen the oxygen we both seemed short on. Seeing my blood on her lips was intoxicating. Electrifying. Her pussy tightened around my cock, snapping my senses. I lunged forward, sealing my lips to hers. My fingers dug into her ass, and as I stood and kicked the chair away, her legs wrapped around my waist.

Lyra moaned as I pushed her against the closest wall I could find. “Is this what you wanted?” I thrust into her with everything I had—my tongue, my cock, my body. I gave it all to her as hard and deep as my love for her burned.

Infinitely and without question.

Lyra Roland was my beginning, my middle, and my end. She was the very core of my existence, the bright light at the end of a dark tunnel, and the smell of sunshine in the air I breathed.

She was my everything.

“You’re a damn dream, sweetheart,” I growled, spearing my fingers through her hair, needing to be closer. I needed all of her. Wanted all of her in every way imaginable.

“Harder,” she ordered. “Fuck your wifeharder.”

“I’ll break you.”

“Do it.” My grinning lips inched down her neck in unsteady motions while my hips rattled the walls. If my wife wanted me to fuck her hard, she’d get just that. I’d make her bleed, leave her pussy so sore that she couldn’t walk the next day. We’d have to soak in a tub all over again, and I wouldn’t stop there, either. I’d take everything she could give, and then some.

She was my everything, and I could only hope to be that for her. To give her the life she brought back to me.

Frames shook free from the walls, and glass shattered on the floor around my boots. Lyra’s heels dug into my back as I switched from holding her ass to holding her waist. With each thrust, I ground into her clit, pushing her closer to the edge.

“You were made to take me.” I dragged my teeth up the side of her neck, biting her jaw as it became unhinged with a scream. “Fuck, you were made just for me.” Her legs trembled around my sides, and as she spasmed more, I lifted a hand from her waist and squeezed her breast. Like a possessed man, I dropped my head, needing to suck on her nipple, to roll it between my teeth and tongue.

She screamed again as I bit down, her hips moving frantically against mine as her cunt devoured my cock, taking it like the good girl she was. “Are you gonna come on your husband’s cock?”

“Goddamn,” she groaned right as another frame fell to the floor. More glass shattered around us, and this time, I let gravity take hold of my limbs, too. Lyra’s back slid down the wall as I fell to my knees, my palms on her thighs keeping her well above the shards. Glass bit into my legs, but I kept thrusting into her, captivated by the fluttering of her cunt and eyelids as she came apart in my arms.

My cock strained inside her, throbbing with every thrust. A thin sheen of sweat covered my skin as I kept driving into her, prolonging her orgasm—because yes, she was still fucking coming on my cock.

With her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, I smacked her ass, the sound echoing between the hallway walls. “Once you stop, I’m pulling another from you.”

Ly’s teeth assaulted her bottom lip as she whimpered, finally coming down from the longest orgasm I’d ever witnessed. Hercum spread down my thighs as I slowed to kiss her. With deliberate strokes, her tongue sought mine—wet and hot and in control. Just like her.

She pushed a hand to my chest, breaking the kiss. “Promise?” she asked, and then her blissed-out state subsided enough for her to notice the floor. “Oh shit, Car. Get up!”

“Not a damn chance in hell, sweetheart.” I drove into her, snapping her back flat to the wall as my gaze wandered down. “This is me apologizing again.” I was silent as I pulled out a few inches.

Silent enough for her to question my choices.

“That glass has to hurt. You sure you don’t want to move?”

“I’m not looking at the glass. I’m looking at how your cunt takes my cock. I’m watching you”—a deep groan rumbled from my throat as I snapped my hips forward and rammed in completely—“take every inch like the needy little thing you are.”

Her nails dug into the back of my neck as her hips wriggled in my hold. “I accept your apology, nowplease—” She gasped as my cock filled her again.

“You seem to forget how much I love the pain. Dig your nails in harder for me ’til you draw blood. I want to bleed for you, baby. Make me bleed, all for you.”

She swept her hand down to the floor and scooped up a small piece of glass, then raised it to right above her nipple. Without hesitation, she moved the glass over her skin. Blood pooled along the fine line. Judging by the amount, she hadn’t gone deep.

I’d imagined doing the very thing to her—cut her, lick her, suck on her nipples as they bled into my mouth. And this woman—my crazy, beautiful wife—was on the same mental wavelength.

“If you bleed, I bleed,” she said.

I smirked as she leaned back, pushing her tits forward as the small shard fell back to the floor. Her fingers gripped the hairat the base of my skull. One hard tug, and a color swirled in my vision. Not the red of anger or the black of…well, more fucking anger, but this was all dark blues and vibrant shades of yellow.

“I love when you look at me like that, Car.” Lyra swept her hand up the back of my head, ripping through the strands until she came to the top, just above my forehead. Her pussy gripped my cock, and like pure magnetism, I thrust into her. The curves of her neck strained as she tossed her head back.