Shattered Control

Lyra leaned forward until her face was inches from the hard planes of his stomach, her breath hot against his skin. She planted a row of soft, lingering kisses across his lower abs, feeling the muscles jump and ripple under her touch.

Kaelen’s head fell back, his jaw tight enough to snap. A low, tortured groan escaped him as she continued her deliberate assault on his composure. He was vibrating