~ LYRA ~
On some level, I know what I’m doing is inappropriate. I’m in bed with a man I only know from my dreams. Even though I understand why—thanks to all his explanations and the endless contemplation I’ve been doing inside my head—rationalizing what I’m experiencing still isn’t easy.
"Ronan," I whisper, making sure he’s real and not a figment of my imagination. My body is on fire, my n*****s and p***y more sensitive than they’ve ever been in my life. Even the chilled temperature of the room feels painful brushing against my naked skin.
"Hold on, honey."
Inhaling me like his life depends on it—which makes my p***y clench and gush even more juices—Ronan's breath begins to caress my skin, whispering over the lips of my s*x. Before I can beg him to eat me already, his tongue glides alo
