Chapter 67

Lyra

He grabs me again and kisses me, this time harder and for longer. His mouth moves against mine, his teeth grazing, nipping against my lower lip, biting down. The sting of pain courses through my veins, and I hiss at him.

Torin pulls away quickly, "Shh. Don't make a sound," His thumb moves over my mouth. It soothes a little of the burn on my lips.

My cheeks are flushed, and the