I fumble with my zipper as I pull off my gloves. My dick is going to freeze out here, but it’ll be worth it.
I push my jeans down to my knees and yank down my briefs. My cock springs free.
I match her rhythm with mine, hand slick and frantic, choking the base as pre-cum drips down to the snow under my feet.
Her moans grow louder.
“Say my name, Lumi. Tell me who’s making that pretty pussy drip,” I rasp.
She whimpers.
“Say it, baby.”
“You... Tyrian!”
My hips jerk forward at the sound of my name on her lips.
“I’m here,” I say breathless. “I’m right here, Saelûn. I’ll never leave you empty again.”
She arches, neck bared, one hand gripping the tub as the other works harder.
“Use your other hand, baby,” I moan. “Play with those pretty nipples for me. Let me hear how desperate you are.”
She’s getting sloppy, that’s how I know she’s close. Her legs start to tremble. My hand moves with her, in perfect sync, worshipping her from the shadows.
“Such a good fucking girl,” I choke out. “Let go for me, baby. Cum all over those fingers like you would my cock.”
“Oh God—Tyrian,” she sobs.A cry rips from her throat as she convulses in the water.
I fist myself harder, faster, grinding into my palm like I can bury myself inside her through will alone.
My orgasm crashes through me so hard, my vision goes spotty. Seed spills messily onto the snow-dusted ground.
She’s never squirted before—not in all the years I've watched her, I muse. But this time, it was my words that took her there.
Her body shakes uncontrollably, twitching in the aftermath.
I press my forehead to the windowpane, still panting, eyes never leaving her.
“You'll never forget how I made you feel,” I whisper. “You'll always remember—I made you do something even he couldn’t.”
34
JUST A VOICE IN THE DARK
Andrik POV- (five minutes earlier.)
I wake to the scent of her pleasure.
For a second, I think she's in bed with me. That I'm dreaming. But the sheets are cold.
My hands frantically claw at empty blankets—she’s gone.
My pulse spikes, frost blossoms across the bedroom walls.
“Tyrian—” she whimpers.
My head snaps to the bathroom door.
