(WARNING: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD)
Lyra begged Kross. She wanted him to help him elevate and make her comfortable.
Kross placed her on the bed, she was gripping his neck tightly not wanting to part from him.
He doubted if she even knew what was going to happen between them. She was naive, too naive. And how she was begging him, she was obviously innocent.
Kross new his size, looking at Lyra's petite trembling body, he doubted he could fit.
"Breathe," he wanted to get her calm, she was too nervous, maybe scared.
Lyra was holding him tightly. She wanted help and Kross said he could help. He was her only relief and she just couldn't part with him.
They couldn't continue like this!
Kross forcefully pried her hand from his neck, Lyra whimpered in protest, he called out until she opened her eyes and looked at him, "Calm down."
His eyes turned darker and colder, as he grabbed her dress and tried to detangle the laces on the back.
