LYRE
His dominance pushes deeper inside me—an invisible, maddening pressure. it fills without filling. My hips buck against it, desperate for friction that isn't there. Just this ethereal presence stretching me open while I clench around nothing but air and alpha energy.
"Fuck," I gasp, grinding down harder. It's maddening—too much and not enough. Both filled and empty. Every thrust of his aura just reminds me I've got nothing solid inside me.
My magic sparks wildly under my skin, crackling along nerve endings that haven't fired in way too long. I'm completely lit up with want so intense it borders on pain.
Aaron slides his cock against my entrance, and I jerk forward, positioning myself just right, ready to take him in one perfect thrust—
But the bastard sees it coming.
He pulls back with a smug fuck-you smirk, dodging me just as I line him up.
