Sons of Lyra: Runaway Hearts by Felicity Heaton Read Free Book Online

kill
her.

    If she did this, she would
be a woman and she would be happy that her first time hadn’t been
with a man she had been given to.

    He was a man of her own
choosing.

    He opened his eyes as she
took hold of his length, wrapping her fingers around it. His lips
parted as though he was going to say something and fear lanced
through her when she sensed he was going to tell her to stop. She
kissed him, silencing his words and distracting him. He couldn’t
stop her. She didn’t want to stop.

    His hands wrapped around
her back, tight and strong, as she raised herself up and moved
forwards. Nerves fluttered in her stomach when lowered herself and
the tip of his cock pressed against her slick arousal. She kept
going, driven by desire and a need to escape her old life
completely.

    Their sighs combined when
she bore down on him, his cock sliding into her. It stung but she
didn’t let it show. She didn’t want him to know that this was her
first time. She’d been told everything, shown everything. She knew
what to do.

    He stopped kissing her and
pushed her backwards, his eyes searching hers. She kept the answer
to their question hidden inside. He didn’t need to know. Closing
her eyes to hide from him, she grasped hold of his shoulders and
raised herself up the length of his cock. She moaned at the
delicious friction and then eased back down. It felt so good. Her
teacher had never told her how good it was.

    She moved again, slowly
building a rhythm that had him breathing hard and her heart
thundering. He grabbed her hips, assisting her, and slid further
down the chair. Her pussy hit his pelvis on the way down and she
groaned at the sweep of pleasure that spread from her
clit.

    Her eyes opened and she
stared into his, losing herself in him and the feeling of their
joined bodies. It was divine. His breath was hot against her skin,
washing over her, his fingers grasping her waist. He tensed beneath
her and she moaned hoarsely when he bucked up inside her, hard and
rough. She moved faster, sliding up and down his cock, riding it
into oblivion. He dragged her back to him and kissed her so deep
that she lost all sense of who she was and who he was. They became
one inside her, one mind and one heart, one soul and set of
feelings. She clung to him, moaning into his mouth with each thrust
of his cock into her. Her whole body tightened.

    So did his.

    He groaned against her
lips, deep and strained, as he came, shooting his seed deep into
her. She pressed her cheek against his and kept going, reaching for
her own orgasm.

    It came swift and fast,
rushing through her like molten lava and leaving her breathless.
Bright white sparks burst against the darkness of her closed eyes.
She buried her face into his neck and stilled, keeping him inside
her and breathing hard against him as she trembled.

    That definitely wasn’t
like her teacher had told her it would be.

    His arms wrapped around
her, holding her close. She nuzzled his neck and leaned hard
against him, sagging in his embrace and memorising how comfortable
she felt.

    Sebastian stroked her
hair, his fingers loosening it from the bun at the back of her head
and combing through the long dark length of it. Her breath was hot
against his throat but was becoming steady. He knew she’d never
admit that she was a virgin, and she hadn’t acted like one. She’d
been incredibly skilled and confident for one without any real
knowledge of what she’d been doing. He held her closer, a need to
protect her rising up inside him, and kissed her exposed shoulder.
Her breasts pressed against his chest, warm and soft.

    He hadn’t
expected this to happen with her, and he got the impression neither
had she. She’d ordered the strongest drink on the menu in the hope
of getting him drunk, that much was obvious. What she didn’t know
was that he’d had plenty of experience of drinking with soldiers,
with his brothers all being in the imperial army, and he had drunk
them under the table