Lyria's POV
The soft, steady beat of Kael’s heart was the first thing I heard when I slowly drifted back into consciousness. His arms were wrapped securely around my waist, his body pressed against my back, anchoring me to him as if even in sleep he feared letting me go.
The memory of last night rolled over me in heated waves, painting my cheeks pink as I slowly sat up, careful not to wake him. A moan slipped from my lips before I could stop it—half from the soreness between my thighs, half from the sweet, aching memory of him claiming every part of me so tenderly, so passionately, as if I were the air he breathed.
My fingers brushed against my lips, remembering how he kissed me—how he whispered that I was his whole world between each breathless caress. I hadn’t known it could feel like that...like every part of my soul had been set ablaze.
Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t realize Kael was now awake until I felt his lips on the crook of my neck which reminded me of his promise to me last
