Chapter 76 Again and again
~ Lyra's POV ~
As soon as Kael stepped into the room, my body reacted before my mind could catch up. I ran to him without hesitation, closing the distance between us in seconds, and wrapped my arms tightly around him. I pressed myself against his chest as if letting go would somehow undo everything he had just fixed by being here.
“Thank you. You don't know how relieved I am,” I said, my voice thick with emotion, every word soaked in gratitude I could barely contain.
“So do I get a proper thank you?” he asked when I finally pulled back enough to look at him.
I did not bother answering with words. Instead, I rose onto the tips of my toes and pressed my lips to his, pouring everything I felt into that kiss. All my relief, all my gratitude, all the fear I had been holding back melted into the way my mouth moved against his.
“How did you know that is what I want?” he asked when I finally broke the kiss, his forehead resting lightly against mine.
“I don't know. Maybe because I also wanted it,” I answered, my voice softer now, edged with a shy honesty I did not bother hiding.
“You wanted to kiss me?” he asked, his eyes searching my face.
“Yeah, and I want to please you as well,” I said, licking my lips without thinking about it, or maybe thinking about it too much, because it felt right in that moment, natural and inevitable.
What I said had an immediate effect on him. His eyes seemed to grow brighter and darker all at once, desire and intensity colliding in a way that made my breath hitch. It was impossible to believe how quickly the air between us changed.
“You want me to show you how to please me?” he asked, his voice rougher now, lower, as he pulled me closer until there was no space left between our bodies.
I did not answer with my mouth. Instead, I let my hands speak for me. I slid one hand down his back slowly, feeling the strength beneath his shirt, until my palm reached his waist. From there, I moved around to the front of his pants, my heart pounding as my fingers brushed against the hardened bulge already straining against the fabric.
I moved my hand up and down, following the way he had directed me on the first day, relying on memory and instinct. I wrapped my fingers around him as much as the fabric allowed, then lifted my gaze to meet his.
“Like this?” I asked. My voice sounded different to my own ears, lower and slower, as if it belonged to someone bolder, someone far more confident than I usually was.
“Someone is feeling bold tonight,” he said, his lips curving with approval. “If you want to play with it, then do it well. Take it out.”
The words startled me. I had not been expecting that, not so directly, not so boldly. But even as surprise flickered through me, it was quickly replaced by curiosity and a growing heat that settled deep in my body. I was in the mood to explore, to experiment, to see what would happen if I let myself go.
I lowered my eyes so I could focus on what I was doing. With deliberate care, I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. I slipped my hand inside his boxer shorts and froze for a brief moment when I felt him properly for the first time. He was warm, thick, and fully hardened beneath my fingers, and the reality of it sent a rush of heat straight through me.
When I finally wrapped my fingers around his length, I looked up at him. The expression on his face made my knees feel weak and sent heat pooling between my legs in a way I could not ignore.
“You like that?” I asked softly as I began to stroke him slowly. My lips parted on their own, my breathing growing heavier without any effort from me.
“Yeah,” he answered, his voice low and thick with satisfaction, one corner of his mouth lifting into a knowing smirk.
He leaned down slightly, bringing his mouth close to my ear, and whispered, “But I would like it better if you suck it.”
My eyes widened instantly. “Huh?” I breathed, caught completely off guard.
I tilted my head and searched his face, but he did not look like he was joking. His expression was serious, intense, and full of want.
“Yeah,” he said, nodding slowly. “I want your pretty little mouth wrapped around me. Think you can do that?” he rasped, his voice sending a shiver straight through me.
I hesitated for a brief moment, uncertainty flickering through my thoughts because I did not even know that was something people actually did outside of whispered stories and vague hints. Then another thought followed closely behind. If he was asking for it, then it had to be allowed, right?
I did not wait long enough to talk myself out of it. I bent down, heart racing, and boldly guided his penis out through the top of his boxer shorts. I looked up at him again, half expecting him to stop me or give me instructions, but he did not say a word. He only stared down at me with eyes filled with raw desire, and every second of that gaze sent wave after wave of courage surging through my veins.
Since he did not say anything, I decided to trust what my thoughts and instincts were urging me to do. While still holding onto the body of his penis, I slowly brought out my tongue and carefully licked around the tip.
The reaction was immediate. He let out a soft hiss and tilted his head back just a little, as if the sensation had caught him off guard. That single response was enough to tell me that he liked it, and it gave me a small surge of confidence.
I did it again, deliberately this time, tracing the same path before remembering his words about sucking. Letting instinct guide me, I took him into my mouth. A quiet sigh slipped from his lips when I mimicked the same movement my hand had been making, using my mouth instead. It did not take long before his hand reached for my hair, his fingers threading through it as he gently guided my movements, steady and encouraging.
After a short while, he stopped me, pulling me up just enough to meet his gaze.
“I can't let you have all the fun alone now, can I?” he asked, and before I could respond, he captured my mouth in a kiss that felt wild and consuming, like a man driven by pure hunger.
It was difficult to keep up with him at first, the intensity of his kiss overwhelming me, but I soon found my rhythm. I matched his vigor, responding with the same urgency, because I was just as hungry for him, if not more, than he was for me. His lips moved away from mine, traveling downward until they reached my neck, where he lingered, his mouth and breath sending shivers through me.
At that moment, I shut my eyes, not only because of the pleasure building inside me, but because I was hoping and expecting that he would finally mark me. I had spoken to Lunaris about the marking process before, and she had assured me that as long as he had fully accepted me as his mate and was not contemplating rejection, it would be incredibly difficult for him not to Mark me and claim me as his. She had even said it would be torturous for him to resist, and that no one would willingly put themselves through such agony without a very strong reason.
My anticipation, however, ended in disappointment. Kael did not mark me as I had expected. Instead, he shifted his focus entirely to giving me pleasure, as though that was his only goal.
If I had thought the last time was pleasurable, Kael took everything several notches higher this time. I could not even remember how my clothes came off. One moment they were there, and the next they were gone, discarded without ceremony. I did not have time to think about it, because the instant he buried his head between my legs and his tongue found my clit, every coherent thought vanished.
I had believed I understood pleasure before. This was something else entirely. This felt like heaven. I did not want it to stop, and he seemed determined to make me forget what normalcy even felt like. I wanted to remain suspended in that euphoria forever, and the more I surrendered to it, the higher I seemed to climb, reaching heights I never wanted to descend from.
The slick glide of his tongue against me, the perfect balance of pressure and speed, and the added movement of his finger were what finally pushed me over the edge. When I came, I let out a scream that I knew carried far beyond the room, louder than I had intended or could control.
By the time he lifted his head to look at me, my body was still trembling, small aftershocks rippling through me from the intensity of the orgasm. He leaned up and kissed me, letting me taste myself on his lips, a gesture that made my breath catch all over again.
“How was it?” he asked, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.
“Explosive,” I answered honestly, my voice still unsteady.
“Good, because I am not done with you yet,” he said.
He positioned himself at my entrance and pushed into me slowly, filling me in a way that made it feel as though I had been incomplete all my life.
He moved with confidence and control, riding me with the precision and expertise of someone who knew exactly what he was doing, and he did not stop until I came undone again and again beneath him.