Chapter Twenty-Four #4
My body tightens, straining with need. My fists clench to keep from grabbing and taking her right here. My cock aches for her heat, for the way her body melts around mine, and all I can do is watch like I’ve been handed the key to every fantasy I’ve ever had.
My eyes don’t leave her hand as she rubs her clit in front of me. My cock’s throbbing, still trying to recover from the epic blow job she just gave me, and now she’s giving me a show.
How the fuck did I ever get so damn lucky?
She lets out a breathy whimper, the sound like a shot of adrenaline straight to my cock. It’s all I can do not to jump off the sofa and rush to her. Watching her is fucking amazing, and I am a man, after all. I’m the most turned on, I think I’ve ever been, right now.
She rubs her clit harder, her soft moans rising from her chest like a melody I’d gladly have on repeat.
Watching her do this, touch herself for me, is driving me goddamn insane.
My hand finds my cock, already slick from her mouth, and I wrap my fingers around the base, giving it a slow, firm stroke.
The sensation rips a groan straight out of me.
It’s good. But watching her? That’s better.
Her eyes lock onto mine, and something electric passes between us. That right there, that’s connection. Not just lust. Not just need. It’s deeper, raw, and real.
The kind of trust that only comes when you bare everything—body, soul, and all the messed-up pieces in between. And in those hypnotic green eyes of hers, I see it. The truth I’ve been chasing since the second she walked into my life.
She’s in love with me.
And I’m looking right back at her like she’s the only damn thing I’ve ever believed in.
Another moan breaks from her lips, this one low and throaty, like it’s been torn from the depths of her. Her body trembles, and I know, without a doubt, she’s teetering on the edge.
My breath comes hot and heavy, but I’m barely thinking about my own release.
She’s the one I’m focused on. The way she writhes under her own touch, the arch of her spine, the tremble in her thighs, the way her nipples stand taut and ready as if they’re begging for my mouth.
Her body glistens, and those glassy eyes look like they’re holding back a wave just waiting to crash.
“Come for me, Starlight,” I growl, my voice low and rough. Because watching her fall apart for me? That’s the most powerful fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
She starts circling again, grinding her fingers into that spot like she knows exactly how to unravel herself for me.
I watch it happen, the moment her body gives in.
Her thighs start to shake, her breath hitches, and then she breaks.
The way she shudders, like the orgasm has just ripped right through her, nearly undoes me.
I reach for her before her knees give way, steadying her with my hands as I guide her into my lap.
Her legs fall open, straddling my waist. She belongs there, like this is the only place she should ever be.
Her head drops into the curve of my shoulder, her chest heaving as she rides the waves of her release.
My cock’s throbbing against her heat, thick and desperate, aching for everything she’s offering without even trying. But I hold steady, rocking her gently, grounding her, and letting her feel me, even if I’m not inside her yet.
She lifts her head, those hazy green eyes finding mine, and just like that, I’m gone.
My hand moves without thought, brushing a damp strand of hair from her cheek, and she leans into my touch like she’s trying to memorize the shape of it.
I close the space between us, kissing her with everything I’ve got.
And fuck me, it’s like the world realigns.
There’s something about kissing this woman that hits different.
It’s not just lust. It’s not just love. It’s power.
She gives me that. Makes me feel like a goddamn king by letting me have this piece of her.
She makes me feel unstoppable, but only because she’s the one holding the reins.
She’s mine. My queen. My equal. And no one else even comes close.
The kiss deepens, tender but laced with everything we haven’t said out loud yet. Everything I need Lyric to know.
That I’m not going anywhere.
That I’ve got her.
That this right here, us, isn’t a temporary thing. It’s the only thing that’s ever felt real.
Her and me.
There’s no going back.
My tongue tangles with hers, deep and demanding, as she starts to move against me.
That first slow rock of her hips sends a surge of heat straight through my core.
My cock swells harder than steel, the kind of ache only she can ease.
One of my hands glides from her hip to the space between us, guiding myself into position.
She rises just enough, her body hovering with anticipation, and then she slides down onto me, inch by inch, until I’m buried so deep inside her that we blur at the edge, and every part of me seems to know exactly where she belongs.
We both groan into the kiss, the sound rough and husky, like we’ve been starving for this. Because we have. Lyric’s heat surrounds me, so tight and wet it’s like my every nerve ending is on fire.
No condom. No barrier. Just her.
Raw.
Real.
Mine.
There’s no better feeling in the world.
Her eyes lock on mine, and I feel it. Every emotion we’ve buried between us comes rushing to the surface.
I grip her hips, holding her steady, letting her move when she’s ready, needing her to know I’ve got her.
Her fingers slide through my hair, her touch softer than I deserve.
And for a moment, we stop. Stay connected. Breathe together.
And that’s when it hits me.
I could have lost her. All of this. Everything that matters.
My voice is low, thick with regret. “I was an idiot. I never meant to hurt you. I’m sorry for every damn second you spent doubting how much you mean to me.”
She shakes her head gently, her thumb brushing across my cheek. “Shh… we’re okay. I love you, Chase. I always have. Love was never our problem. It’s what saved us. I couldn’t walk away from you, not when you’ve always had my heart.”
“I love you, too, Lyric. More than I’ll ever be able to say or show you.” I lean up and kiss her again, pouring everything I am into the way our mouths meet. My hands trail down her back, palms greedy for her skin, needing her closer, needing to feel her wrap around me in every way.
This is where I belong. With her. In her.
She moves, slow at first, hips rolling in a rhythm that’s pure poetry. Our bodies find their sync, an instinctive push and pull that says we’ve always been made for this. For each other.
This is not just sex.
It’s everything.
I thrust up into her, hard and deep, feeling the way her walls tighten around me, holding me captive.
My cock throbs from the pressure, the heat, the overwhelming need to give her everything she’s ever craved and more.
Her body takes me like she owns me, and maybe she does, because the way she rides me, she’s not just making love.
She’s claiming me.
And I’m letting her.
Because from this moment forward, there’s no turning back.
No doubts. No lies. Just us.
Forever.
Lyric lets out a soft whimper, her body tensing around me, and I know she’s getting close.
That little moan, high-pitched and desperate, goes straight to my damn spine.
I roll my hips harder, deeper, angling just right to hit the spot I’ve learned she likes.
No, craves. And when I hear her gasp, feel the way she clenches around me, I know I have nailed it.
Her fingers twist tighter in my hair, pulling hard enough to make my scalp sting.
I bite back a groan, loving the way she gets when she’s close and unfiltered.
There’s something about the way she takes what she wants from me that makes me even hungrier for her.
So I give her everything. I drag her down onto me with more force, my grip digging into her back, guiding her rhythm, refusing to let her ride this out alone.
Her body trembles, and I feel it building inside me too, the low burn that starts deep in my spine, coiling tight in my balls, ready to blow.
I grind into her, holding her flush to me as the friction builds.
Her breathing turns erratic, her walls fluttering around my cock, and I know she’s right there.
Then her climax explodes through her body like a grenade.
“Chase!” Her voice rips through the air, loud and needy, her head falling back as her orgasm crashes over her. Her pussy grips me so tight it knocks the air clean out of my lungs. It’s like her entire body is holding me hostage, and fuck if I’m not surrendering willingly.
The second I feel her come, my own release barrels through me.
My balls pull tight, and the wave of pressure rolls from my toes to my cock in a surge of white-hot heat.
My vision dims, my breath gone, my voice rasping through clenched teeth as my entire body shakes violently.
“Fuck, Lyri…” My voice is a growling groan as I slam up into her one last time, burying myself deep as I let go, spilling inside her in thick, punishing bursts.
I hold her there, panting, gritting my teeth through the aftershocks as every muscle in my body turns to liquid beneath her.
She collapses on top of me, her body draped over mine, her heartbeat thudding in sync with my own.
My arms wrap around her automatically, protectively.
My fingers running up and down her back, skimming her spine, claiming her all over again.
She places a kiss on my shoulder, tender and slow, and neither of us says a word. The only sounds are our breaths and the soft crackle of the fire nearby. Shadows flicker across the walls, and the scent of Chinese Carnations mixes with the raw, heady aroma of sweat and sex.
It smells like her.
Like us.
But eventually, she lifts her head, resting her chin on my chest, her green eyes searching mine. “You think we’re gonna be okay?” she asks, quiet and unsure.
I cup her face with one hand, my thumb brushing her cheek, forcing her to see the truth in my eyes. “Yeah, Lyri. We’re gonna be more than okay.”
I lean in, capturing her mouth again in a kiss that seals every promise I haven’t spoken.
I’m not the same man I was before her. She’s changed me, claimed me, and now she’s mine again, and I’ll spend every goddamn day making sure she never doubts it.
Whatever comes next, rain, war, or a Red Vine shortage, I’ll handle it.
All of it.
As long as she stays by my side, nothing else matters.
And my old man? He’d better know how to back the hell off.
Because this life, this woman, this love, it’s all mine.