Lyra's POV
I really did wish it were oblivion. Not getting up and just being in his arms forever. We had multiple rounds that night, and I woke up with soreness. I doubted I would be able to move my legs. They were all wobbly.
Dimitri's hand found its way to my waist, pulling me closer. His touch reignited the fire within me, despite the exhaustion. "Good morning," he murmured, his voice still husky with sleep.
"Morning," I replied, my voice barely a whisper.
He kissed my shoulder, trailing soft, lazy kisses up my neck. "One more round?" he asked, his eyes glinting with mischief.
I sighed, my body already responding to his touch. "I feel like I’m going to die," I confessed, half-serious, half-teasing.
"Of pleasure?" he asked, winking as his hand slid down my side.
I laughed, unabl
