Lysaa's POV
His thumb brushed over my clit, a featherlight touch that sent sparks shooting through my body. My breath hitched, and I knew I was already close.
“You’re going to come already, aren’t you?” His tone was smug, like he knew exactly how easily he could unravel me—and he did.
His fingers worked me faster, thrusting deep while his thumb circled my clit, and that was all it took. My o****m crashed over me, hard and sudden, and I cried out, my body trembling as waves of pleasure pulsed through me.
Before I could fully catch my breath, Lorien pulled his fingers out and grasped my waist, his grip firm as he positioned me exactly where he wanted me.
I felt the hot, slick head of his ovipositor press against my entrance, and my breath caught in my throat.
The ovipositor was larger
