Lyra's POV
Our rhythm shifted from languid to desperate. The gentle movements became fierce and demanding. I rode him harder, my body rising and falling with wild intensity. His hips bucked upward to match my tempo, and we found our perfect synchronization.
The wet sounds of our joining echoed through the quiet room. Each time his thighs connected with my flesh, waves of electric pleasure coursed through my entire being.
Keeping silent proved impossible. Soft whimpers slipped past my lips with every roll of my hips. I pressed my mouth to his, attempting to swallow the sounds threatening to escape.
Our mouths clashed in heated battle. He tasted of pure fire and longing and every fantasy I'd ever harbored. When I caught his lower lip between my teeth, a deep rumble vibrated from his throat into mine.
