Chapter 256: Protect Arkansas (6) The Second Round
Lyan woke up to the gentle light of dawn filtering through the curtains. He blinked, adjusting to the soft morning glow, and found himself lying next to Belle. She was still asleep, her chest rising and falling rhythmically. He admired her serene beauty, the calmness of the moment a stark contrast to the chaos that had become their daily lives.
Next to Belle, Ravia, and Josephine were sprawled out, their exhausted bodies evidence of the passionate night they had all shared. Lyan smiled softly, the memories of their fervent session playing in his mind. He gently brushed a strand of hair from Belle’s face, waking her with a tender touch.
"Good morning," Belle murmured, her eyes fluttering open. She smiled at him, her gaze warm and loving.
"Good morning," Lyan replied, his voice a low whisper. "Did you sleep well?"
Belle chuckled softly. "As well as I could, given how busy we were last night."
Lyan smirked. "Busy is an understatement."
Belle sat up, the sheet falling away to reveal her naked form. She stretched, her movements slow and graceful. "You know," she began, her voice teasing, "I had to use a little magic to ensure Alina and Xena stayed asleep. I wanted our time together to last."
Lyan raised an eyebrow, a mixture of amusement and concern in his eyes. "You didn’t have to go that far, Belle."
She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "I wanted to. I wanted you all to myself."
Before Lyan could respond, Belle slipped under the covers, her lips finding his shaft. He gasped, his body responding instantly to her touch. Belle’s mouth was warm and inviting, her movements skilled and deliberate. She took her time, savoring every moment, her eyes never leaving his.
Lyan groaned, his hands tangling in her hair as she brought him to the brink again and again. The pleasure was overwhelming, her expert ministrations pushing him to the edge repeatedly. Belle squealed in delight as she felt his release, her own pleasure evident in her soft moans.