Lyra’s POV
I sat on the edge of the mattress, the rough fabric of the blanket pressed against my skin, as if it might offer me some kind of protection. My hands were shaking, clutching the fabric with a desperation I didn’t fully understand. My body still felt bruised, raw from what had just transpired. I couldn’t stop replaying the events in my head, the way he had pressed me against the wall, his lips frantic, hands gripping me with an intensity that felt like it could break me. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t kind. It was forceful, wild, and I felt like I had been consumed by it.
His touch had been suffocating, but it wasn’t just the physical strain that left me trembling. No, it was the fact that he had taken something from me. My virginity, my first time, something I thought I would giv
