Chapter 36: Last night with Lyriel 4
The sound was hushed, restrained, a secret shared only between them, yet it pulsed against his rod with an intensity that made his hips twitch involuntarily.
Her hands rested lightly on his thighs now, steadying herself as she took him deeper, her fingers pressing into the taut muscle there, feeling the tension beneath her touch.
The moonlight painted her in soft contrasts, the glow of her hair, the shadowed curve of her cheek, the faint sheen of exertion on her brow, and Alex watched her through a haze of need, the sight of her as intoxicating as the feel of her mouth.
His body began to tense, every muscle drawing tight as the pressure mounted, a slow burn that spread from his rod through his abdomen, curling his toes against the sheets.
His breaths grew sharper, shallower, each one a struggle to keep quiet, to keep the house from stirring.
"Lyriel..." he whispered, the name a strained plea, a warning, slipping from his lips as the edge loomed closer.
She didn’t falter, didn’t pull away, her lips tightened around him, her tongue pressing harder, urging him toward release with a quiet determination that left him trembling.
The climax hit like a wave, sudden and overwhelming, and he came with a shudder that rocked his frame, his rod pulsing as he spilled into her mouth.
She took it all, her throat working with a subtle gulp, the sound so faint it was nearly lost in the night, yet it echoed in his ears as the last of his release faded.