Killian
Her body was warm against mine, but it wasn’t just warmth I felt.
It was the crackle of something dangerous. It was something raw and unspoken rising between us. Her eyes flicked to my lips, and I saw the question in them. Or maybe it was a challenge.
I didn’t care.
I leaned in and kissed her again. Lyra, the woman I had longed to kiss and hold for as long as I could remember.
This time it was slower, deeper. Not rushed like before, but purposeful. Her lips parted beneath mine like a secret unlocking, and her hands slid up to my shoulders, pulling me closer. I should have stopped, hell, I meant to stop, but every time she touched me, I felt myself unraveling, thread by thread.
I don't even know how many fantasies I had had about her or how many times I had kissed and undresse
