Say It While I’m Inside You

Ren didn't remember how they got from the bed to the window alcove.Only remembered Lyra's gasp as he lifted her, the way her thighs locked around his hips, how her nails bit into his shoulders to steady herself as he pressed her back against cool marble.

Then he was inside her again — with a groan so rough it scraped his throat raw. She was still impossibly tight, still slick and clenching around him like her body refused to ever let him go.

Lyra's head fell back against the window frame, lips parted on a breathless moan that shattered any remnants of his fragile control.

"Look at me," he growled, voice shaking. He pulled back and thrust in again, deep and hard. Her cry echoed off stone, making his cock throb. "I want to see you when I break you."

Her lashes fluttered. Eyes heavy with heat and something sweeter. "Not breaking," she gasped, a breathy laugh that turned to a whimper as he rolled his hips. "Not when it's you."

He couldn't stop. Couldn't be gentle. Not with the way she gripped him from the inside, not with the flush that spread down her throat like he'd painted her with his touch. His hands slid under her thighs, lifting her higher so he could sink even deeper.

"Gods, Lyra…" His head dropped to her shoulder, voice rough. "You feel so fucking good — like you were made to take me."

A tiny desperate sound slipped from her throat. Her hands tangled in his hair, tugging him up to kiss her — all tongue and teeth, a clash of want that left them both breathless.

When they broke apart, her mouth was slick and red. Her voice came out wrecked. "Say it again."

He thrust deep enough to draw a strangled cry from her lips. "Say what?"

"That I was made for you. That I was always meant to be like this — wrapped around you, ruined by you."

The words burned through him. His hips snapped forward, hard enough she gasped and her back arched off the window.

"You want filthy promises while I'm inside you?" he rasped against her ear. His breath made her shiver. "Then listen close, goddess. You were never meant for marble thrones or worshipers. You were meant to have me buried inside you, filling you so full you can't think of anything else."

Her moan was half a sob. Her hands clutched at his face, dragging his mouth back to hers in a kiss that was more teeth than lips.

"Again," she whispered desperately when they pulled apart, her breath catching each time he drove into her. "Say it again, Ren. Please."

He let out a dark laugh, voice thick. "You want to hear how I'd keep you like this forever? Bent open, taking every inch of me until you can't remember anything except how I feel inside you?"

Her whimper was the sweetest answer.

He set a ruthless rhythm then — hard, deep strokes that had her head falling back with a strangled gasp each time. The slick heat of her clenched around him, pulling him deeper, dragging groans from his chest that he didn't bother to hide.

Lyra's words tumbled out between ragged breaths, filthy and beautiful. "Love the way you stretch me… gods, I love how deep you go, how you fill me like you're afraid to ever pull out—"

He couldn't hold back a low, feral sound. "I am afraid," he growled. "Afraid if I leave this tight little cunt, you'll realize you're a goddess and decide I'm not worth staying for."

She let out a shattered laugh, nails digging into his shoulders as she rolled her hips to meet his next thrust. "Then stay. Don't pull out. Ever. I want it — want everything you give me. Even if it breaks me."

He groaned, kissing her like it was the only thing keeping him from unraveling completely. His hand slipped between them, thumb finding the slick bundle of nerves that made her jerk and gasp.

"Say it again," he demanded, voice dark and raw. "Say you want me. Say this is yours as much as it's mine."

Her eyes flew open, wild and bright. "I want you, Ren. Every broken, brutal, terrified part of you. I want this. I want your need. Your love. Your cock — all of it, inside me, making me yours."

His control shattered.

He thrust hard, once, twice — and felt her clamp down, a strangled sob tearing from her throat as she fell apart around him. Her inner walls fluttered wildly, milking him, drawing him over the edge with her.

He came with a hoarse cry, burying himself to the hilt as he spilled inside her. Hot pulses that seemed to burn away every doubt, every ghost of chains he'd ever worn.

They stayed like that, clinging to each other, breath tangling in the space between their mouths. Her legs trembled around him, her body still twitching with aftershocks. His heart thundered so hard he thought it might crack open under her palms.

Eventually he eased back, careful to keep her close. He carried her the few steps back to the bed, collapsing with her still wrapped around him. She didn't let go. Didn't even try. Her arms stayed looped around his neck, her forehead pressed to his.

When she finally found her voice, it was small and husky. "Tell me again."

He brushed a damp strand of hair from her cheek. "Tell you what, little goddess?"

"That I was meant for this. For you."

He kissed her, slow and deep, then pulled back just enough to whisper it against her lips. "You were always meant to be right here. Under me. Around me. Choosing me."

Her smile wobbled, tears catching on her lashes. "Good. Because I'd tear the whole sky apart before I ever let them take this from us."

Later, long after their bodies calmed, he laid there listening to the quiet tangle of their breathing.

And he realized something that made his chest ache:For all the wars he still had to fight, all the gods waiting to see him fall — this was the only victory that ever truly mattered.

Lyra, flushed and soft in his arms, whispering filthy, sacred promises against his throat.

Not chains.Not a throne.Just them — raw, terrified, deeply, desperately in love.

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🌸 Author's Note:Hey, dear readers — thank you for staying with Ren and Lyra through every scar, every kiss, and every chain they're breaking together. 💔🔥If you're enjoying their journey, please add this book to your library — it helps more than you can imagine and shows me you want to see how far their story will burn.

I promise the next trials will be even more intense — for their hearts and for this entire divine realm.

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