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The sensation is instant and brutal, her hot, tight, and wet perfection swallowing me inch by inch. My head snaps back with a guttural moan as my cock disappears inside her, stretching her open and filling her completely.

“Fuck,” I groan, my voice breaking and my chest heaving as I fight to keep from exploding right then and there. Her heat wraps around me like fire, and I’m already trembling under the pressure.

Lyra rolls her hips, slow and devastating, drawing me in deeper with each grind. The sounds of her wetness meeting my length fill the room with obscene slick noises, mixing with our panting breaths and the faint creak of the chair beneath us.

She sets the pace, grinding, riding, and controlling every inch of me.

Her breasts bounce softly with every movement, the flushed peaks begging for my mouth. I can’t hold back any longer.

I release the armrests and slide my hands up her waist, my fingers digging into her soft flesh to guide her as she rides me. I lean forward, my mouth capturing one hard nipple and sucking it deep into my mouth. She gasps, her fingers flying into my hairand gripping tightly as my tongue swirls around the sensitive bud.

“God, Silas,” she moans, her voice breathless and shaking.

Her hips slam down harder, faster now, the wet slap of our bodies growing louder and more frantic.

I move to her other breast, my teeth grazing the swollen tip before sucking hard, earning a sharp cry from her lips. She arches against me, her spine curving like a bow as I feast on her.

“You like that?” she pants, her voice quivering with pleasure.

“You’re fucking perfect,” I groan, the words vibrating against her skin, my voice raw with need.

The coil inside me winds impossibly tight as she rides me harder, grinding down with fierce desperation. Every thrust drags me closer to the edge, her inner walls fluttering and clenching around me.

Then, her breath hitches suddenly, her eyes squeezing shut, her mouth falling open in a wordless cry as her orgasm crashes through her. Her entire body shudders and clenches, her pussy gripping me in wild, pulsing waves.

“Silas!” she screams, trembling violently as she falls apart in my arms.

The feel of her breaking apart sends me over the edge instantly.

I thrust up into her with a desperate growl, my grip locking onto her hips as I explode inside her. My release floods through me in heavy, hot waves, spilling deep, my cock pulsing as I fill her and empty every last drop while her body milks me with every aftershock of her orgasm.

We stay like that, locked and panting, our bodies quivering against each other. The sweat on our skin mixes, the air thick with sex, power, and raw satisfaction.

Our foreheads press together, both of us still catching our breath, the storm finally spent.

When she finally lifts her head, breathless but Evanderious, her lips brush mine as she whispers, “My turn to protect you now.”

My eyes hold hers, and all I can manage is the truth, whispered back against her lips.

“You already have.”

Chapter 40 – Lyra – The Empire Collapses

The quiet is almost unnatural.

After everything, after the storms I unleashed, the city feels still. I sit in my new private apartment, my safehouse above the wreckage, bathed in the soft, artificial glow of wall-mounted screens.

Noah stands to my left with his arms folded, scanning security feeds like the ex-operative he is. Zara’s behind me, pacing, her phone glued to her hand as she updates journalists and coordinates releases, and Fiona sits calmly on the leather couch with her laptop open, cross-referencing files and filtering real-time leaks as they detonate across the internet.

The headlines scroll like a goddamn Evander banner.

HEIRESS VS. EMPIRE.

VANE INDUSTRIES UNRAVELING.

DECLAN PIERCE: THE FALLEN FIXER.

A bitter laugh tries to claw its way out of my throat, but I swallow it. No point savoring this yet. It isn’t over.

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