Lyra, His Second Chance Mate
Lyra responded in kind, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as if proximity alone could merge their souls.
The rhythm between them built slowly, a crescendo that ebbed and flowed like the pull of the tide. Each kiss, each touch, was deliberate, unhurried - an exploration of the unspoken emotions that had lingered between them for so long. Kane’s hands trailed along her waist, his fingertips igniting her skin as he traced the contours of her form. Lyra arched into his touch, her breath hitching as he kissed along her jawline, her neck, her collarbone, leaving no inch of her unexplored.
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