Breathless Surrender

“Fuck,” he breathed, voice rough and wrecked. “You make me lose my mind, Lyra.”

His mouth found her neck—biting, licking, sucking—until her knees weakened beneath her. His hands roamed her sides, greedy and hungry, mapping every curve as if he’d never let her go.

Then, without breaking the kiss, he led her toward the bed.

In the dim light, he eased her down onto the bed,