~Lyra's POV~
"I see you're very patient, my love. But don't worry, when I'm done…"
"Just fuck me already," I interrupted, my voice trembling with raw, desperate desire. The words spilled out before I could cage them, heavy and breathless, as if my body had taken control and my mind was simply along for the ride.
My skin burned. Every inch of me screamed for Ryland's touch, for the friction, the fullness, the release I'd been craving since the moment his lips first claimed mine again tonight. I had no intention of waiting any longer. The ache between my thighs had become unbearable, a deep, throbbing need that pulsed in time with my racing heart. I wanted him, needed him… right now.
