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CHAPTER SEVENTY TWO

Author: Abby Gale
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-24 21:25:29

Lyra’s pov

His lips crashed against mine again, his lips were familiar at this point.

This kiss was slower. As if he wanted me to feel every deliberate brush, every claim behind the kiss. My heart kicked against my ribs, each beat urging me closer, making me hungrier.

I sighed into him, the sound caught between desperation and surrender. Ronan tasted like sweet and dangerous, like something addictive, and I didn’t care that I was tumbling headfirst into it. His hand slid around my waist, tugging me until my body was pressed against the solid wall of his chest. The sheets tangled around us, thin barriers that meant nothing when his touch set my skin aflame.

“Ronan…” I breathed, not in protest, but in warning—maybe even in plea. I wasn’t sure anymore.

He didn’t answer with words. His mouth trailed lower, down the curve of my jaw, grazing the sensitive skin of my throat. My breath hitched, my hands clutching the fabric of the sheets as though they were the only tether to reality. Every p
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