The night was still young, with moonlight draping itself into the room. Restless shadows spread across the walls, moving in time with the muffled sound of their tangled breaths.
Their kiss deepened as Rowan climbed over her, trapping both her hands until they were breathless and he pull away.
Rowan began to slow down, but his heartbeat was still rising. He brushed soft kisses across her forehead and then her eyes before he gently bit her earlobe.
His warm breath trail from her ear to the jawline, and the sensation spread through her, sending a shiver down to her bones.
"You drive me crazy…" he breathed, then slowly stopped in his tracks.
Rowan's gaze examined Lyra, who was immersed in pleasure. Her eyes were hazed with desire, but her body went rigid as she struggled to contain the sensation.
Rowan lowered his head and asked, "Are you sure you can endure this?"
"Yes…" she answered in a trembling whisper.
