Chapter 75 The scare

Chapter 75 The scare
Lyra’s POV

He carried me to bed with his semen still in my mouth.

“I told you to fucking swallow it,” he instructed.

I gulped and felt it slide down my throat.

“Did you like it?” he asked.

I nodded.

His expression softened. “Would you want to do it again?”

I nodded.

“Don’t lie. If you don’t like it, you can tell me,” he said. “We can stick to what we were doing before.”

“No…” I ran my fingers against his chest. “I like it, I swear.”

His lips immediately glued to mine. He kissed me deeply, sucking on my lower lip as he parted my legs and slid his dick inside me. “Fuck…” he gasped.

He gently thrust his hips against me, maintaining eye contact as he sent shivers down my spine. “You feel so good,” he mumbled under his breath. “I… argh…”

I gripped the sheets. “Ummm…”

He increased his pace. The sound of his skin slapping against mine filled the room. “Fuck… fuck… fuck…” he panted heavily.

I shut my eyes, letting my body enjoy every bit of it. His lips touched my neck, sending tingles all over my body. “Argh… yes… Salvatore…” I moaned loudly.

His eyes lit up. He rubbed his nose against mine. “Say that again… please…” he begged. “Say my name…”

“Salvatore… Salvatore… yes…” I obeyed. My whole body had weakened under his touch as he thrust faster.

“Fuck, Lyra… you’re making me go crazy…”

I wrapped my arms around his back and felt him grow bigger inside me. “Beg for it… argh… beg me to fuck you… please…” he whimpered. “I want to hear it.”

I parted my lips to obey, but he thrust harder, forcing a choked gag from my mouth instead.

“Fucking beg for it,” he barked. “Fuck…” he panted.

“Please… argh… fuck me… hard… Please…”

His lips covered mine, and my whole body instantly shook as I reached orgasm.

We both breathed into each other’s faces, a smile on his lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” I managed to respond.

He pulled away and lay beside me.

“Are you tired?” I asked.

“Hell nah. I want to fuck you over and over again until your legs don’t work, but I have to let you rest,” he said, looking at me.

Without wasting time, I stood up and climbed on top of him. He gripped my waist. “What are you doing?”

I pushed myself up, grabbed his dick, and slid it back inside me. “Who said I wanted to rest?” I asked, my hands pressed against his chest as I slammed myself down onto him.

Salvatore’s POV

It was the first time she had ever been on top during sex.

Her hands rested on my shoulders. Her hair had loosened from its bun and covered her face. She looked down at me, lips parted, sweat dripping down her skin as she bounced on my dick.

She wasn’t experienced and wasn’t doing it perfectly, but for some reason I loved it anyway.

I gripped her waist, my fingers slipping from the sweat.

“Wait… wait…” I panted.

She obeyed, a puzzled look in her eyes. “What?”

“Your hair… tie it up,” I said.

She reached for it and wrapped it into a bun.

“Okay, you’re not really experienced,” I chuckled. “It’s cool. I can teach you. Move your hips up…”

I watched as she rose. I gripped her by the neck, maintaining eye contact, and began driving my dick into her. She gagged, her tongue sticking out. “Did I hurt you?” I asked, slowly loosening my hand from her neck.

She grabbed my hand and wrapped it back around her throat. “I like it,” she gasped. “But I’m on top. I should do it.”

“You don’t know how.”

Her hand rested on my chest. “Teach me then.”

“Push down on it,” I said. “Don’t rush. Be patient.”

She obeyed, slowly driving her warm pussy down my length. “Argh…” she gasped and hissed.

I smiled. “Good girl… now faster.”

She began moving faster, picking up pace with every second. My grip tightened slightly around her neck. Short gasps escaped me. Having her on top felt different. “God! Lyra, fuck!” I shouted. I couldn’t help it.

Her mouth fell open, her face twisting in pleasure. I watched her breasts bounce as she rode me and reached up to squeeze them hard.

My hands eventually dropped to the bed. My whole body had surrendered to her. “Oh… look at me…” I said when her eyes drifted away. “Look what you’re doing to me… I can’t… fuck… argh…”

I arched my back. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum…” I looked into her eyes. “Get off me… I don’t think I can hold it any longer…” I choked out.

She rode me even faster, her eyes rolling back.

She didn’t stop. My eyes widened. “Oh god,” I groaned, scratching at the sheets. “Lyra, get off me… I don’t want to— it’s coming… argh!!”

My body jerked as I came hard, spilling inside her.

She shook on top of me, then suddenly realized what had happened. She gulped. “Am I going to get pregnant?”

I didn’t respond.

“I didn’t know…” Her voice shook. “I was caught in the moment, I…”

I quickly sat up and hugged her tightly. “It’s okay… I don’t care if you’re pregnant. I’m here. I won’t leave you.”

“…That’s not it. My mother would kill me,” she said.

I looked into her eyes, seeing pure fear. I placed a gentle kiss on her lips. “It’s okay. I’m sure you’re not.”

She pulled away from me and got out of bed. I tried to follow, but she turned quickly. “Don’t… please,” she gulped. “I should shower alone.”

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A day later

The air was thick with awkward silence as we returned to America.

She didn’t speak a word to me.

She couldn’t even look at me—her eyes stayed fixed on the ground the entire time.

When we arrived home, I watched her walk straight to her bedroom without looking back.

My chest tightened. Did she hate me now?

I walked into my bedroom and slumped onto the bed. It wasn’t my fault, right?

Maybe I should have gently pushed her off.

I didn’t care if she was pregnant.

I loved her.

That night, after I showered, I stepped out of the bathroom. All I could think about was her.

Fuck, she’s in my head.

I reached for my phone, my fingers hovering over the screen as I considered calling her.

But I knew she wouldn’t answer.

I hated this. I hated that she wasn’t talking to me. I tossed my phone onto the bed and marched to the door, heading for her bedroom.

As I pulled the door open, I quickly stepped back. Her mother stood before me with a smile on her face. “Good day, Mr. Salvatore. Dinner is
served.”

I looked downstairs. Lyra was setting the plates on the table.

She looked up. The moment our eyes met, she quickly looked away.

My heart sank.