LYRA'S POVThe scent of lavender and burning wood from candles mixed with Ethan's cologne and natural scent, makes my chest tighten, not from fear, but from anticipation.My hands shake slightly, and not from nerves.Ethan's hands map every inch of me, reverent and possessive, as he murmurs things that make my knees weak...that I'm his, that I've always been his and he, mine.It's not rushed, it's not about hunger or urgency. It's about us, just like our first time together."You look... incredible." He murmurs, voice low, laced with rawness and hunger. My stomach flips. "Goddess, Lyra..."I swallow, the sound catching in my throat, my fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as he pulls away letting me down on my feet briefly, but keeping us against the wall. "I didn't know you were such a good party planner."His grin is slow, predatory at my tease. "Every last detail. You deserve to feel and see just how special you are."Heat curls in my veins. The affectionate words, sharp an
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