Book 3: A Mark of Love

Lyra’s POV

Before I could get up, he crashed his mouth to mine, sitting on the sofa and pulling me onto his lap. It was the kiss I had been dying for since the fleeting kiss he gave me on Hera’s birthday. I had no idea what had stopped him from kissing me last night, but I was glad he overcame all his inhibitions.

He clasped the back of my head, holding me still while his tongue worked on my lips. I wrapped my arms around his neck and melted against his body, sinking into his warm embrace. His mouth was hard, hot, and possessive as it plundered my secret recesses, plunging deep into my parted mouth. I sighed, surrendering to him. His scent was driving me insane. The kiss was enough to make me want him to the point of no return. Then all I could do was contemplate shoving him down on the sofa, pulling his pants down, and riding him until we both climaxed!

I pulled him closer and kissed him back, running my hands around his broad back to feel the mus