“You don’t understand what it’s like for someone like me,” he said, voice rougher now, almost shaking. “To find a mate after so long. To finally feel that pull… and have it be you. A girl I was supposed to protect. Supposed to ignore. Supposed to hand off to someone younger, safer, dumber.”
He shook his head, eyes now locked on my thighs, his pupils blown wide with need.
“But I couldn’t. I couldn’t stop imagining how tight you’d feel wrapped around my c**k. I couldn’t stop smelling your heat. I couldn’t stop hearing you moan in my f*****g dreams. You don’t know what you’ve done to me, Lyra. You’ve ruined every ounce of control I’ve ever had.”
My breath hitched.
He leaned in closer, one hand resting on my thigh, slowly sliding upward until his palm was pressed firmly just below the hem
