Lyra
It felt like a dream at first.
Warm hands on my skin. A mouth trailing heat down my neck. A low, hungry voice whispering my name.
I thought I was still asleep, still lost in the memory of Liam f*****g me, but then the touches became rougher and more desperate.
I felt real fingers slide under my shirt, finding bare skin, and my breath hitched. My body arched. This didn’t feel like a dream. It felt too real.
“Liam…” I moaned without meaning to. And then my eyes flew open. What I saw would forever be branded on me.
Liam was standing by the bed. My hand was on his crotch. His hand was inside my shirt.
I blinked. Was this really real? It was. Because the moment I opened my eyes and registered what was happening, Liam’s hands moved, and he was inching back from the bed.
“Ri—“
“Wh
