Lyra's POV
Sleep refused to come that night. I twisted beneath my sheets, unable to find comfort as memories of my encounter with Ash consumed my thoughts. How had everything spiraled so completely out of control? How had I allowed myself to become so vulnerable? The awakening of raw desire within me was unlike anything I had ever experienced before.
Those hands of his still haunted me.
The way his fingers had explored my skin as though committing every curve to memory. I could still sense their phantom touch against my ribs, the callused tips tracing patterns beneath my breasts before traveling up along my sternum toward my sensitive areas. A soft moan escaped my lips as I shifted restlessly in bed.
Exhaustion finally began to claim me, my eyelids growing heavy. But as consciousness faded, vivid images flooded my sleeping mind. Every caress from Ash replayed in exquisite detail.
