LYRA’S POV

“Please, Ryker—fuck me harder,” I begged shamelessly, clinging to his shoulders. Digging my nails into his back as he slowly thrusted inside me, teasing and slowly removing his hardness.

“I don’t want to hurt you, princess.” His voice was dangerously low, and I could tell he was strongly holding on to control.

“My hands moved to his backside, and my nails dug into his flesh in my need to feel him deeper and faster.

“Take me hard, Ryker—I can take it.”

That was ...