Aria/Lysara's POV

My juices threatened to leak off me, but I held it back, holding tight to it like it was my life. I grabbed onto the bedsheets, my fingers tearing into the fluffy spread, and I concentrated every mental energy in me to keep it back while it teased me with the threat to drop.

He’d warned I had to hold onto it. But this was fucking torture? My whole body throbbed terribly—one massive conduit of agony. My arms ached as I grabbed tight to the bed for support. My thighs still ...