Page 108 of Her Soul to Own

“Stay,” I order, tucking myself back into my boxers just long enough to walk. She doesn’t move. She’s flat on her back with her legs spread, her skirt bunched around her waist, her hair wild, and her cheeks glowing. It’s a vision I burn into my memory.

After I return and lock the door again, I loom over her. “You’re going to fucking destroy me,” I mutter, dropping to my knees beside her.

I turn her gently, guiding her onto her stomach. Her perfect ass lifts slightly as she adjusts, and I let her settle with her head on her folded arms, submissive, relaxed, and ready to be fucked.

I uncap the little glass vial and drip warm oil onto my fingers, then begin to draw a slick, shimmering circle around the tight bud of her ass. She flinches, her breath hitching, but not from fear. It’s pure anticipation. I can sense it. Her hips shift, and I see her cunt twitch, wet and wanting.

I add more oil, rubbing it between my fingers before easing one gently against her rim, teasing, pressing, and massaging. She clenches around nothing, her need painting itself across every inch of her skin. The office is silent except for our breath,the sticky sounds of arousal, and the faint scent of oil hanging like incense in the air—clean, old, and reverent.

“You know what this is?” I ask softly, my voice low in her ear.

She shakes her head against her arm, breathless.

“Healing oil,” I murmur, dragging my fingers along her entrance in slow, reverent circles. “They used to anoint kings with it during the medieval times… but now? Now I’m going to use it to fuck your perfect little ass.”

Her whimper is pure sin, and I feel her body rock slightly, searching for more and silently begging for what comes next.

“It’s an oil for healing and… soothing,” I continue, my palm gliding slowly down the sleek, warm line of her back. She sighs, melting under my touch, and I take that moment to press a finger inside her ass. She gasps, sharp and breathy.

“I’m soothing you, Lyra,” I say, my voice barely contained. “I’m healing you from the inside out. You feel that? That’s my finger fucking your ass. And in just a minute…” I curl it, just enough to make her body shudder. “It’ll be my cock. I’ll be the one healing you. Her hand starts to drift downward, instinctive and needy. I catch it and gently bring it back up near her head, pinning it there against the carpet.

“Don’t touch yourself, Lyra…we’re going to come undone together.”

All the while, I keep working her tight ring, circling and stretching, oil-slick and steady, until her breath starts coming in soft little pants. She is so tight and so responsive that just imagining her wrapped around my cock has me practically shaking with restraint. I can’t fucking wait. I need to be inside her now.

Grabbing the vial again, I pour a generous stream of oil into my palm and grip my cock, working the slick down to the base and stroking slowly and firmly while I watch her body shift in anticipation. The way she moves, her hips rocking gently, her thighs flexing, and her pussy glistening, is enough to unman me.

“Silas,” she says softly, turning her head to look back at me. “I’ve done this before… just never with someone your size.” Her voice is equal parts nervous and aching, her body grinding subtly into the carpet, aching to be filled.

She doesn’t need to say more. I want to tell her that I’ll be gentle, but I also know I’m right on the fucking edge, and the truth is, once I’m inside her, I might not be capable of mercy. Instead, I say the only thing I can say that matters, which is, “You tell me to stop, and I will. Right then and there. No hesitation. You say the word, and I’m out.”

She nods, trusting me, and lowers her head again, tilting her hips up just enough and offering herself completely.

I lean in, one hand guiding my cock to her entrance while the other tips more oil down her cleft and over my shaft. We are dripping with it now—her, me, the carpet beneath us—and still, it doesn’t feel like enough. Setting the vial aside, I let my hand trail over her back again, grounding her and soothing her with my touch as I begin to push forward, a slow, relentless pressure against her tight hole. Her body resists, then relents, and I feel the tip of my cock breach her.

She cries out, high and breathless, and I groan so deep that it shakes my chest. Her ass grips me like a velvet vise, the heat and pressure so intense that I have to freeze in place and hang my head, panting hard. I count to ten. Then to twenty. Trying not to explode too soon, trying to hold it together long enough to savor every fucking inch of her.

“Fuck, Lyra…” I rasp, my voice barely more than a growl. “You feel like sin. Like fire.”

I push a little deeper, inch by inch, and her body gradually adjusts and swallows me in unbelievable tightness. “Oh, baby,” I warn, barely able to think straight, “this is going to be a tight fit…”

And it is tight.

The moment I sink in all the way to the hilt, I freeze, holding her open and giving her body the chance to catch up with the sheer stretch of me. She is breathing deeply, controlled and careful, until I find her clit with my fingers again and circle. Then, her inhale turns ragged, needy. I don’t move my hips. Not yet. I let the fullness of me inside her speak for itself and let her feel every goddamn inch while I keep her wound tight with my hand.

I can feel her teetering there, on that edge I carve just for us.

“Silas… oh God, please…”

She’s so ready to be undone. I don’t need to ask if she wants more because I know she does. But still, I move slowly and cautiously and watch her carefully for any signal that she needs me to stop, to pause, to soothe. I lift her hips, gently guiding her onto all fours, and she goes willingly, moaning without restraint. I pause.Then, I straighten up behind her, still rubbing her clit and watching her arch for me like the offering she is. I pause again.I withdraw just a breath and then press back in.

I stop for a second, letting her adjust to the sheer size of my cock.

And then, she begins to push into me, at first subtly, but then with more force. Like a greedy little kitten hungry for milk, she rocks against my cock, keening with frustration when I takemy hand away for even a second. So I give her more. Inch by inch. Stroke by stroke. Unhurried, controlled, but gaining momentum.

As I fuck her, I praise her, saying, “You’re so fucking beautiful like this, Lyra… on your hands and knees for me.”

I keep touching her, stroking the backs of her thighs, her waist, and her spine, my fingers always drifting back to her clit. My voice stays low, almost worshipful.

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