LYRA’S POV
I could feel my body yielding to Kael, responding to his touch, the way his mouth and tongue played with my skin. I squeezed my fingers into a tight fist until I could feel my nails digging into my palm.
“Kael…” I moaned, rather than the sharp way I'd hoped it would come out.
“Lyra…” His voice came out thicker, like a man drunk on alcohol. He sounded high and the way my name rolled off his tongue was my undoing because my restraint snapped almost immediately. Just as I raised my hands to bury my fingers into the thick mass of his silver hair, he suddenly pulled away from me. Holding me at arms length, as he tried to stabilize his breathing.
“Kael—”
“I'm fine. Kasiel is calm now. You should leave…before I take things further.”
“Kael—”
“Lyra, go now!” He yelled through
