Lyra's POV
When consciousness gradually returned to me, daylight was already flooding through the windows. Golden sunlight cascaded across my exposed skin, creating a warmth that made me want to sink deeper into the bed. I attempted a small stretch and immediately regretted it as various parts of my body protested with sharp reminders of the previous evening's activities. During my movement, I became aware of the weight draped across my torso.
Blinking against the bright morning light, I tried to bring my surroundings into focus. A strong, masculine arm lay wrapped around my middle, positioned just beneath my bare chest. Tracing the limb upward to its owner, I found myself gazing at Alaric's peaceful sleeping expression.
Ah.
Of course.
Heat pooled between my legs as the memories of last night came rushing back. I bit down hard on my lower lip to suppress a soft moan as I recalled how Alaric had taken me with such desperate intensity. Heaven help me, it had been incredible.