The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the vaulted silence of Lyra’s bedroom, a rhythmic, wet thud that drowned out the distant hum of the city below. Cassian had her pinned against the heavy oak door, his large hands gripping her thighs and hoisting her legs around his waist.
He was buried deep inside her, his c**k sliding through her tight, drenched heat with a visceral, squelching sound.
Lyra’s head, thrown back against the wood, let out a sharp, jagged scream. "Ah! Yes! Right there!"
Cassian didn't answer with words. He answered with a brutal, driving thrust that knocked the wind out of her. He had spent months as a silent sentinel, a man of iron discipline, but the dam had finally burst. His movements were no longer calculated; they were primal. He gripped her hips
