Chapter 77

Lyra

“I can’t stay quiet,” I moaned, and it came out so fast, so wild, so fucking real I didn’t even try to stop it. “I can’t… I can’t… oh my God, Damon, I’m so loud… I can’t stop…”

My hands flew to my mouth.

Both of them.

I slapped them over my lips like they could hold in the moans that were already trying to rip out of me.

I pressed down hard, shaking, whimpering, my thighs trembling on either side of his face while his tongue kept moving, deep and slow and maddening like he was trying to lick me into insanity.

And I could feel myself getting close. I could feel it building. That tight, swollen, wet pressure just behind my clit. That insane, explosive, oh-my-God-I’m-not-ready kind of orgasm that starts in your spine and makes your whole body lock up like it’s trying to survive it.

But then he pulled away.

Just for a second.

And I nearly screamed from the loss.

He looked up at me with his mouth shiny, his chin soak