Lyra POV
After our meal, I take his hand and lead him to the bedroom.
Right from the start, the energy around us is completely different. The last time we had s*x, down in the tunnel, it was charged with fear. The time before that, in the stairwell of the high rise, it was so strange and new that I hardly knew what to think.
But this time, it’s familiar. It’s comfortable.
I take my time with him. I undress him slowly, peeling away the clothes that I just found for him to wear. He lies back on the mattress, watching me work, and I like being watched. It makes me feel sexy and powerful.
“You should take your clothes off, too,” he suggests.
“Should I?” I tease him.
It’s dark outside, and we can only see one another as shapes and shadows. But the moonlight is coming in through the wind
