FROM DARKNESS TO DAWN
"I’m dead tired. It’s way past late,” Kylie muttered, her voice low as she turned on her side, away from Lysander. The cool silk of the sheets felt like a relief against the heat that had built up between them throughout the evening, though not in the way Lysander had wanted.
“Late?” Lysander scoffed, his voice cutting through the room like a knife. He wasn’t about to let this drop. His hand found her waist, lightly at first, but there was a firmness beneath it, like a guy who wasn’t used to being denied. “C’mon, you ain’t like other girls who get to pick and choose who they lose it to. I’m your husband.”
Kylie’s body tensed beneath his touch, but she stayed silent, her heart pounding in her chest.
Lysander’s grip tightened ever so slightly, his voice dropping
