Lyra's POV
His lips pressed down on mine, hard and fervent. He licked my lips, grabbing each piece of the pair, trapping it between his teeth, and sucking hard on them.
His hand around my waist tightened, holding me to his big, broad body. I almost felt crushed under his weight. Yet, I loved it, loved being in his arms, loved the feel of his warm lips sucking hard on my soft ones, and loved his earthy scents filling my senses.
For that moment, I felt loved, felt desired, and felt like a woman—his woman. Which was all I had always wanted to be for lifetimes. Tears blurred my eyes as I raised them to him, yet, through the thin, watery veil that bit at my eyes, I saw him clearly.
Veins strung tight to his forehead as he concentrated every bit of his soul into kissing me. His lips sucking hard on mine, his tongue lashing hungrily at my teeth and the inside walls of my cheeks passionately. I almost tripped on my shoes on the stone floor from his kisses.
