Kross got back inside the room.
His eyes glanced at Lyra who was still in deep sleep. Even after all that commotion she was still in deep slumber with no trace of waking up.
His deep eyes traced her weird sleeping posture on the bed when she turned and kicked the blanket off her.
She was naked. The towel was no where to be seen...
Kross; eyes as soon as they locked onto her, a bulge appeared on his pants.
He couldn't get enough. His mind replayed the sound of her soft moans from the night before, echoing like a forbidden melody he never wanted to forget. Heat stirred in his chest, a dangerous distraction.
Last night he had a very valid reason why he was intimate with her. She was on heat. But why did he feel like he wanted to get down again.
