Lyra's POV
I knew I shouldn't do this. I should be running miles and miles away from him and not being so close to him. I had planned to do that, until his kisses had awakened something in me—something so primal, so transcendental, it compelled me into complete submission to his touches and his kisses.
His touches ignited sparks in me, heating my whole body up. I felt like a boiling kettle abandoned on the stove. His kisses—hell! They bared me open, pulling me more and more into an abyss—a world where only we existed, where the only thing I could feel was him, where every other thing was blurred and faded and only we existed, tangled in each other's arms and in a web of passion and pleasure.
Hell! Fucking Yes! I threw my head and body into the mercy of the air. I screamed out every air in my lungs, vibrating like a broken device in his arms, as in one quick sudden shove, his fingers shot into my sex.
