Page 141 of Her Soul to Own

Fuck. That plea, spoken with so much desperation, shatters the last of my restraint.

“Goddamn it, Lyra.” I look up and growl her name like a prayer and a curse, working myself deeper, my thrusts growing faster, needier. “This pussy is mine… I’ll take it however I like.”

She braces herself harder against the railing, pushing back against me with reckless abandon. “Yeah? Don’t hold back then. Fuck me like your life depends on it.”

“You don’t know what you’re asking for. I’ve been going easy on you so far.”

“I know exactly what I want,” she hisses. “Now fuck me till I can’t walk straight. Don’t go easy on me. Fuck me like you own me.”

The storm rages around us, the rain soaking our skin, but all I see, all I feel, is her, Lyra, trembling, breathless, and desperate beneath me. The last threads of my control snap as her words echo in my head.

I pull out almost entirely, the head of my cock throbbing at her entrance, then slam back in, driving so deep that her entire body jerks forward against the railing. She gasps sharply, stiffening as I bottom out inside her.

I freeze for a moment, breathing hard and trying not to completely lose my mind. “I warned you,” I rasp, my voice barely audible through the rain. “Now you’re pushing me too far. I might have to punish you…”

“If that’s the punishment, I’ll gladly take it,” she replies, her voice shaky, caught between pain and need, her walls fluttering around me as if urging me deeper.

I don’t hesitate. I release her throat and hip and slide my hands to her soaked breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples between my fingers as I fall into a merciless rhythm. My hips slam into hers with wet, savage sounds, our bodies colliding with raw, primal force.

Lyra bucks back against me, using the railing to push into each thrust, her cries blending with the sound of rain drumming on metal and stone. She’s not delicate now. She’s wild, unrestrained, and surrendering completely to me.

I bite down on her shoulder, marking her with my teeth and claiming her in every way I can. She hisses, but instead of pulling away, she arches even harder into me, giving me everything. My cock feels like it’s branding her from the inside out.

My mind turns feral, possessive. I want to fight off every man who so much as looks at her. I want to leash her, collar her, and parade her as mine for the entire world to see. But she already owns me, heart, body, and soul, and I’m powerless to stop it.

Lyra’s breathing grows erratic. She circles her hips in time with my thrusts, her pussy clenching down on me like she’s trying to pull every drop from my balls.

“Tell me you’re on the pill,” I grit, my voice shaking.

“Yes,” she moans, her voice breaking as she squeezes around me. “Don’t pull out, Silas. I want you to fill me.”

I lean back, watching as my cock disappears into her over and over, slick with her arousal and the rain pouring around us.

“You should see how perfect you take me, baby,” I groan.

Her hips grind back desperately. “I can’t wait… I’m so close…”

I slide one hand down her belly, my fingers finding her swollen clit. I pinch gently as I piston into her, slamming harder and deeper. With my other hand, I grip her hair to steady her. I know it hurts, but I want her to remember this. She cries out, her body convulsing and thighs shaking as her orgasm rips through her with a strangled scream.

Her pussy clamps down on me so fiercely that I can barely move, but I don’t stop. As soon as her climax softens, I pull out, turn her around, and haul her into my arms. Her soaked legs wrap around my waist instinctively, her arms locking behind my neck as I lift her effortlessly.

“Watch me,” I order, guiding her down onto my cock again.

Her eyes widen as I fill her fully, pressing her back against the icy stone wall and pinning her there as the storm continues to rage around us.

“See how well you take my cock?” I tell her.

“Yes…” she moans. “This angle, God, Silas, how do you feel even bigger now?” she gasps.

I grin wickedly, my voice rough. “I held back on you.”

Before she can process it, I drive upward, burying myself to the hilt. Her mouth opens on a shocked moan, her head falling back briefly before I grab her chin and bring her gaze back to mine.

“Eyes on me.” My tone leaves no room for argument. “I want to see you come again.”

Her brows knit in concentration, her lips trembling as she rides the wave building inside her.

“I don’t know if I can,” she pants. “I’ve never… I’ve never looked into someone’s eyes while…”

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