~Lyra's POV~
I locked my legs tighter around Ryland's waist, squeezing my breasts together for his hungry gaze. The orgasm I desperately needed hovered just out of reach, and I couldn't wait any longer.
Ryland broke the kiss with a low, guttural moan of my name. Then he attacked my neck with ferocious intensity. His mouth sucked and nipped, marking me with hot, open-mouthed kisses that I knew would bloom into possessive hickeys by morning. He wanted the world to see I was his, and the thought sent a fresh thrill racing through me.
My breathing turned ragged as pleasure climbed higher. I was so close. Ryland showed no mercy, his fingers never slowing inside me. My walls began to flutter and grip him tightly, making every thrust harder, more desperate.
Without warning, he lowered his head and captured one aching nipple between his lips. He bit down gently, just enough to send a sharp spark of pain-laced pleasure shooting straight to my core.
