“They’re heavy now,” he said softly, like he was in awe.
“So f*****g full. Straining against this thin little robe. I can see them bouncing every time you breathe. You feel it, don’t you? The ache?”
I nodded. Weakly. Shamefully.
“I bet they get sore when you’re turned on,” he whispered.
“Don’t they?”
“Yes,”
I breathed.
My voice wasn’t even mine.
It was wrecked.
It was soaked in desperation.
And when I felt the tip of his finger stroke the edge of my breast..barely a graze..I almost came right then and there.
“f**k,” he groaned under his breath.
“They’re so f*****g soft. I’d bury my face in them and suck until you cry.
Lyras Hunger
Until you beg me to stop.”
I whimpered.
Out loud this time..
I didn’t care.
I couldn’t care.
“I bet they’re sensitive too,” he continued, voice curling like smoke around my spine.
“Bet if someone bit down right here..”
His finger slid to my n****e beneath what I wore, the lightest tap.
“..you’d scream, wouldn’t you?”
I nodded again.
Tears burned behind my eyes.
Not from sadness.
From need.
He leaned in.
I felt his breath on my throat.
“You let someone do that to you this summer?” he asked darkly.
“You let some punk teenager suck on what doesn’t belong to him?”
“No,”
I whispered.
“I don’t have a boyfriend.”
He paused.
I could feel him stilling behind me.
“Hm,” he murmured.
“Hmmm. Is that so?”
That sound..God, that sound..slithered down my spine like oil. It was low. Deep. Almost like he was tasting me without using his mouth.
Like he already knew exactly what was running between my thighs and wanted to make it worse.
I squeezed the counter. My knuckles ached. My fingers dug into the cold marble like it was the only thing keeping me tethered to the world. My body had stopped being mine the second he walked in.
I could feel him behind me. Not touching.
But close.
Too close.
The kind of close that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
The kind of close that made my stomach flip and the heat between my legs pulse.
“You really think I’m going to touch you?”
Lyras Hunger
I didn’t move.
Couldn’t speak.
My throat was dry. My mouth open.
Because I had thought he would.
Because my cunt was wet and begging for it.
Because I’d come down here not just for the drink.
But for this. For him. For something..anything.
And he knew it.
He f*****g knew.
“I’m not going to,” he said, stepping closer..not to touch me, just to make sure I felt it.
“I’m not touching you, Lyra.”
The sound of my name on his tongue sent a violent shiver down my back.
He said it like it didn’t belong to me.
Like it was his already.
“You’ve got all these dirty little fantasies in your head,” he murmured, his voice sliding over my skin like heat, “and you need to get rid of them. Now.”
I shut my eyes tight.
No. No, I can’t.
Because the fantasies were all I had.
They kept me awake at night, kept me shaking under the covers, kept my fingers moving between my thighs until I bit my own hand to stay quiet.
“You’re a little girl. Always been and always will be” he said.
“I watched you grow. I watched you go from some awkward brat with scabby knees and no t**s into…”
He paused.
And the silence between us cracked open something in me.
“…this.”
My breath hitched.
I didn’t dare turn around.
Because I knew what he was looking at.
My robe was loose. I could feel it clinging to the sweat along my ribs, the fabric catching the hard peaks of my n*****s like a second skin. My thighs were slick and parted. The back of the robe bare covered the curve of my ass.
I was trembling.
Open.
Wet.
Ripe.
And he wasn’t even touching me.
“I saw you cry over stupid boys,” he said, circling behind me now.
“Boys who didn’t even know how to make you c*m. Boys who probably came in their pants just from kissing your neck.”
I clenched. f**k. My p***y actually clenched around nothing just from the way he said it.
“You stood there in the hallway earlier, didn’t you?” he said.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.