~Lyra's POV~
My breath hitched sharply as Ryland's mouth hovered just above my heated core, his warm breath fanning teasingly over my slick folds. The anticipation was pure torture, my heart hammered wildly in my chest while his dark, intense eyes locked onto mine. That single look held so much hunger, so much love, it made my entire body tremble with need.
He leaned in closer, inhaling deeply, his eyelids fluttering shut as though my scent was the most intoxicating thing he'd ever experienced. The raw reverence in that simple act sent a fresh rush of warmth through me.
Then his tongue flicked out, gliding slowly, deliberately across my parted lips in one long, sensual stroke.
A soft gasp escaped me, quickly melting into a shaky moan. "Ryland… oh…"
That was all it took for him to unleash himself.
