~ LYRA ~
My cry of pleasure is a mixture of a snarl and a scream, ripping from my throat with so much force it drowns out the sound of Ronan's tongue lapping at my p***y. The tips of my fingers burn, my gums tingle, and the wolf howls in my head. Still, the glorious grip of climax doesn't let go—wave after wave of fire rushes from my c**t, cascading through my abdomen and limbs. Ronan’s tongue gentles as the last shudders pass, sliding over my labia in a light caress before pulling his fingers from my slick depths.
I reach for Ronan as he moves up my body, raking my fingers over his muscular shoulders. He takes his time, peppering kisses along my navel, n*****s, and collarbone. Placing his hands on either side of my body, he lifts his weight from me. I almost bring up birth control, anxi
