Chapter 57 Undone
~ Lyra's POV ~
Kael disappointed me again when he moved his finger away instead of touching me where my body ached the most. The sudden diversion of his touch sent a sharp pulse of need through me, and it felt deliberate, as though he was testing my patience. He seemed to understand exactly what was happening in my mind, because a small, knowing smirk curved his lips the moment he pulled back, as if he was enjoying the effect he was having on me.
I bit down on my lower lip when his finger began to move toward my nipple again, my breath hitching as anticipation coiled tightly inside me. Every nerve in my body felt alert, waiting, desperate for that single point of contact. My heart pounded harder with every fraction of an inch his finger closed.
Another wave of disappointment washed over me when he moved away again just as he was about to touch me there. The frustration was almost unbearable, my body caught between need and denial, and I let out a soft, breathless sound without meaning to.
This time, however, he did not pull away for long. In one swift movement, he lowered himself and took that same nipple into his mouth.
The sensation was so intense that a sound tore out of me, raw and uncontrolled, a sound I did not even know I was capable of making. At the same time, his hand found my other nipple, his fingers closing around it with practiced ease, and in that moment it felt as though my entire world narrowed down to nothing but sensation. I felt suspended somewhere between reality and something blissful and unreal, as if I had been lifted straight into heaven.
No one had ever touched me like this before, and the realization hit me with startling clarity. From that moment on, I knew that this feeling, this kind of pleasure, would be something I would crave for the rest of my life.
While I was still lost in the pleasure his mouth was giving me, his hand began to move lower. His fingers traveled south and slipped beneath the band of my pants, sending a fresh jolt of awareness through my body.
Instinctively, I tried to bring my legs together, my body reacting before my thoughts could catch up. The attempt was weak and clumsy, lacking strength and coordination, and it failed completely because his leg was already firmly positioned between mine, holding me open without effort.
He did not stop, and I did not know which sensation to focus on. My mind struggled to keep up with everything my body was feeling.
When his fingers finally slipped into my wet folds, my thoughts shattered entirely. My brain seemed to malfunction, and a loud moan escaped my lips, one I had no control over. At the same time, my ears caught the sound of a soft groan from Kael, and hearing it sent another wave of heat rushing through me, intensifying everything I was already feeling.
I continued to cry out as his fingers worked expertly against my sensitive clit, each movement sending sharp bursts of pleasure shooting through my entire body. The sensations came fast and overwhelming, building higher and higher until I could barely breathe through them.
Just as a strange and unfamiliar pressure began to build deep inside me, something that felt both frightening and intoxicating, Kael suddenly stopped. His hand withdrew, and the loss of contact was so abrupt that my eyes flew open instantly.
“What… why…?” I asked, confusion clouding my senses. My voice came out thin and shaky, barely making it past my throat.
He did not answer me. Instead, he hooked his fingers into the band of my pants and my underwear together and pulled them down my legs in one smooth motion, removing them completely and leaving me fully exposed before him.
At that point, embarrassment no longer mattered to me at all. Every trace of self consciousness had been burned away by need. All I wanted was for him to continue, for him to touch me again and finish what he had started.
He lifted his gaze to meet mine, and the intensity in his darkened eyes made my breath stutter. The look he gave me felt consuming, as though he could swallow me whole with nothing but that stare.
“You were saying?” he asked. His voice was deeper than I remembered, rough with restraint.
“I asked why you stopped,” I said, my voice trembling despite my effort to steady it.
“You want me to continue?” he asked.
I did not hesitate. I nodded immediately, desperate.
“Say it,” he added.
As he spoke, he pressed a finger down lightly on my clit. The sudden contact made my entire body shudder so violently that for a moment I forgot he had asked me to say anything at all.
“Say it,” he repeated, pressing harder this time, and the sensation nearly unraveled me.
“Yes,” I said breathlessly. “I want you to continue.”
That seemed to satisfy him. He resumed touching me, starting with slow, deliberate circles that made my toes curl, before eventually slipping a finger inside me. The new sensation made me gasp as my body tried to adjust.
“Damn, you are so tight,” he murmured.
I could barely process his words as I focused on the feeling of him inside me.
One finger continued to circle my clit while the other moved in and out of me, and that strange pressure began to build again, stronger and more urgent than before, growing with every second.
“Wait… stop…” I said, my voice unsteady, confusion and sensation tangling together as my body reacted in ways I did not yet understand.
He did not stop. Instead, he increased his pace, his movements becoming more insistent.
“Kael, please wait,” I cried out, trying again to get his attention. “Something is happening to me.”
“Let it happen,” he said simply.
At that moment, everything broke apart. I cried out loudly as an explosive wave of pleasure tore through me, so intense it made my body shake and vibrate in a way I had never experienced before. The sensation washed over me completely, leaving me breathless and weak.
While I was still trying to recover, still trembling from what had just happened, Kael began to strip off his pants. My jaw dropped when I saw him fully, and shock mixed with a sudden spike of nervousness. He was huge, far more than I had expected, and a single thought echoed through my mind. Was that really supposed to fit inside me?
He positioned himself between my legs once more and rubbed the tip of his hardened length against my still sensitive entrance. The contact sent a sharp jolt through me, making me gasp.
“This is going to hurt a little,” he said quietly.
I bit my lower lip and nodded, summoning my courage and letting him know I was ready.
He pushed into me slowly, stretching me inch by inch, and I could not stop the groan that escaped my lips as pain flared from the unfamiliar fullness. It was intense, bordering on overwhelming, and I clutched at him instinctively.
“Are you alright?” he asked, pausing to give me time to adjust to his size.
I could not answer right away. When I finally managed to respond, I simply nodded, trusting him.
“I’m going to move now,” he said.
I nodded again, and he began to move, slow and careful at first, then gradually increasing his pace as my body started to accept him. My cries and moans filled the room, blending with his low groans as our bodies moved together, the sounds of skin meeting skin echoing around us. The initial pain slowly faded, replaced by a deep, rolling pleasure that built relentlessly until he carried me into another shattering climax that left me completely undone.