~Lyra~

My throat went dry. My whole body went dry. Except it didn’t, not really, because between my legs it was the opposite, heat rushing in so fast I swore it leaked into the sheets.

Damon’s hand was wrapped around himself like he owned the world, like he was the only man alive worth looking at, and I couldn’t even breathe without feeling it.

“Oh my Goddess,” I whispered. My eyes wouldn’t move. Couldn’t move. They were glued to the thick, veined length of him, his thumb dragging slow over the head, smearing that bead of cum, his tattoos flexing on his arm as he stroked. My husband. My Alpha....