Lyra
My body went lax. Fire spread across my skin. Liam continued to kiss me.
I tried to break the kiss and pull away, but he stopped me. His hand cupping my face, he held me in place and slammed his lips back on mine.
“Lyra,” he whispered against my lips. “Don’t tell me to stop. Don’t try to stop me either.”
But you’re burning up, I wanted to say. His body shook, and he was hot. Yet…the way he kissed me. The way he held my face. It said otherwise. It was like he was the strongest man in the room.
It was baffling.
He suddenly tore his lips away from mine, and I gasped.
“You are not responding,” he sighed. “Do you want me to stop?”
I stared into his clouded eyes, the edges shining red with desire. I could feel the bulge in his pants growing. I should have answered and said yes.
