Page 133 of Lyric & the Heartbeats

The sound that caught in her throat could have been one of frustration, but he couldn’t quite tell.

“I woke up every damned time before anything good happened,” she growled.

Ah, frustration then.

Nohen grinned, he couldn’t help it. His cock jerked inside the waistband of his boxers.

She’d lain there the whole night? Waking up time and time again, frustrated and wanting?

“Sounds awful,” he teased. “Want some help with that?” he questioned, mimicking her earlier words.

Lyric arched a brow and slid her foot toward her thigh before tilting her leg to the left at the last second. She opened herself to him, and he swallowed a groan at the glisten between her thighs.

He planted his palms on either side of her hips and leaned down to mouth a kiss onto her hip bones, shoving her tank top out of the way. Lyric lifted her torso and stripped her shirt off, tossing it to the side before lying back down.

Just like in her dream, he traced shapes into the top of her thigh before dragging his fingertips to the inside of her thigh. He followed the trail with his gaze, his pulse pounding in his ears.

Her scent surrounded him, his mouth watered, and all he could think of was—

“Nohen,” she said, gripping his chin and tilting his gaze up to hers. “I had like seven hours of foreplay. Put your fingers inside of me.”

His lips twitched at the mix of command and frustration in her tone, but he obeyed.

Need wafted off her in waves, and he dropped his fingertips lower, lying against the mattress alongside her leg.

“Lyric,” he hissed as he dragged a fingertip through her wetness, scorching and slick, and her hips canted up into the featherlight touch.

“Don’t tease me,” she bit out. “Please.”

At the sound of her softened plea, he shifted his touch and pressed his thumb against her clit.

Her head rocked back into the pillows as he dragged a steady rhythm over the swollen bud, spreading her wetness.

He’d love nothing more than to suspend her on the edge, in that moment with her head thrown back, notes of ecstasy falling from her lips, and keep her there.

But she’d asked him with that edge in her voice he couldn’t resist.

With the pad of his thumb to her clit, he nudged his index finger against her core, humming his awe into the flesh of her thigh at the heat.

Ah, fuck.

Her hips rolled, and the motion slid his digit a little deeper. Nohen nipped her thigh at the same time he nudged deeper.

“More,” she whined and canted her hips up.

He nudged his middle finger at her core and thrust both inside, her warmth and wetness enveloping and tightening around him.

Her scent threaded through the air, he was drowning in her, and he didn’t want to come up any time soon. He nipped at her skin, mapped kisses across the pale expanse of her flesh. Across the tops of her thigh, nipped the inside, and finally replaced his thumb against her clit with his lips.

Her flavor burst on his tongue and he groaned, his hips shifting into the bed for any kind of relief. She cried out at the first lap of his tongue, and he continued, though it was completely selfish. He wanted more of her taste, her scent, to feel her against him.

He sucked and licked and thrust until she was rocking against his hand, his face. Until her scent was coating his lips and chin.

Little shocks of pleasure ran from his scalp, where her fingers were twisted in his short curls, to his cock, where he rutted into the mattress.

Her grip tightened as she tugged, and he came up for air. Her lids were half lowered, lips reddened from where she muffled her own cries by biting them.

“Kiss,” she said, and he leaned up to give her his lips.