Lyra had never been one to get caught up with words, but hearing him say that, knowing he wasn’t lying, made her even wetter.
He slipped a hand into the waist of her golden panties, spread her p***y lips, and dipped in.
“Oh god, yes!” Her p***y throbbed, grasping at nothing. He bit down on her n****e, the pain shooting shards of pleasure to her s*x. “Baby, you’re drenched. So slick and hot.”
She gripped his hair and let him touch her everywhere. “Caius…”
He met her gaze, his face and lips so close. She wanted to push him to his knees and tell him to make a meal out of her. “Tell me what you want, Lyra. I’ll give it to you.”
He would. She knew he would and wasn’t passing it up, but first, she’d make sure she wasn’t a danger to him.
“Who’s room is this?”
“I was hoping you’d stay here
