Lyra's POV
My throat felt parched as I took in the sight of him. He appeared even more impressive than our previous encounter, and that had already been overwhelming enough for me to handle.
His clothing scattered to the pool floor, joining mine in a tangled heap below the surface. The two of us floated there completely exposed, water rippling around our bodies while the setting sun bathed everything in warm amber light.
"Get over here," he commanded softly.
His arms drew me flush against him, bare flesh meeting bare flesh with nothing separating us. The sensation shot through me like lightning, igniting every single nerve in my body until I felt like I was burning from within.
When his lips claimed mine again, this kiss carried a different energy. Raw and needy, filled with desperate hunger. His tongue swept into my mouth and I responded with equal fervor, our teeth bumping together as our breathing became ragged. It was wild and absolutely perfect.
