Chapter 23

Lyra’s POV

My clothes laid in a messy pile on the ground. My black crop top, faded blue jeans, bra and lacy panties all laid unforgotten in a tumbled mess on the floor.

My finger nails dug into Lucian’s back, it drew lines as my back diped low, and my mouth echoed in sounds of pleasure that my body expressed.

The sound of the rain roared through the room. Our voices mingled with the sounds of thunder. His low groans matched the low rumble of the brewing thunder, my ragged uncontrolled moaned echoes the unpredictable taps of the rain against the trees outside, the satisfying movement of the branches from side to sides.

If felt perfect, it felt familiar yet unfamiliar. I needed Lucian’s touch, I wanted him more with every thrust. The desire increased with every stroke, every touch, every kiss.

I have wanted Lucian for a long time, I have needed his touch, his kisses, I have wanted him inside of me but with Cassian always looming around, with his sh