Compilation Of Short Stories
His voice was guttural, strained with the effort of holding back his own physical touch, his eyes blazing into hers.
"Yes! gods, yes! Please!"
The shift dissolved. Not torn, but unwoven by the energy itself, falling away like mist. Cool air kissed her bare skin for a fleeting second before the heated touch of the manifested craving covered her. Hands, real, unreal, divine caressed her naked breasts, thumbs circling her nipples with exquisite, maddening pressure. Other touches slid down her belly, tracing the curve of her hip, delving between her thighs.
Lyra arched violently, her back bowing off some invisible support. Fingers, slick with her own arousal and the energy's heat, found her entr