~Lyra~
Morning light spilled across the room, bathing everything in a soft, golden glow.
I slipped from the bed, skin still tingling, and moved to the mirror. Red marks bloomed along my neck and down the curve of my back—evidence of Kael’s hunger. My breath caught, shallow and uneven, as flashes from the night before rose, unbidden, and set my cheeks ablaze.
Behind me, the bed creaked. I quickly slipped on my robe, tying the sash with practiced ease before turning to find Kael sitting up.
“Awake?” I asked, smiling.
He looked like sin incarnate—bare-chested, tousled hair, lazy grin.
He pulled me into his arms, face nuzzling the side of my neck, inhaling like he needed the scent of me to wake up. His gaze dropped to the red marks he'd left, and the smirk that curved his lips made my
