Chapter 65

Lyra

Oh fuck.

My entire body lit up like someone had poured gasoline in my bloodstream and flicked a match. My breath caught. My thighs pressed together on instinct, but it was useless. The second he touched me like that, it was over. I was already gone. Again.

“From where, Daddy?” I asked, wide-eyed and teasing as I stepped back slowly, pulling the shirt higher up my thighs just enough for him to see that I wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

His eyes darkened instantly. Like night had dropped straight into his pupils.

And God, that look. That look.

That was the one that made me feel like prey. Like I was about to be devoured and not just metaphorically, but literally, with his mouth, his hands, his tongue, his everything.

He moved toward me, slow and purposeful, and I backed up until the backs of my knees hit the bed, and I dropped down with a little squeak because holy shit, the way he was looking at me made my skin burn.

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