My lips are on her neck.
My hands drift from her waist to the curves of her breasts.
My fingers graze the tight peaks of her nipples.
Her lips part in a moan that I feel in my chest.
“Thane?” She turns in my embrace, looking up at me with those dark, red-brown eyes. Her damp, curly hair is stuck to her flushed cheeks, and her chest heaves with the exertion of dancing, mine with the effort to stop myself from devouring her.
Then my lips are on hers.
Her taste is on my tongue.
Her body sags in my arms, and then I’m picking her up and pressing my cock into the cradle of her thighs as I pin her against the wall, making her gasp.
“Thane—”
“Why do you taste so good?” I nearly beg before taking her lips with mine once more.
She’s panting when I finally come up for air. “Thane, wait—what are you doing?”
I shake my head in response and thrust into her with increasing ardor as I trail down her neck, inhaling her scent.
“I don’t want to stop. Please don’t make me stop,” I plead.
“Fuck—are you high?”
No no no no no?—
“Are you okay?” She pulls back, and I know the moment she reallyseesme. The piece of shit that left her alone in that goddamn exam room who’s nothing more than a drugged up trust fund baby. The drunk asshole throwing himself at her in the back corner of a shitty bar.
She’ll never let me touch her again.
She’ll never be my home.
“Thane, hey, hey it’s okay?—”
Lost.
I want to go home.
“It’s okay, we’ll get you home.”
I want to go home home home home?—
A strong hand wrenches me off of her, despite desperately clinging to her body. If I can keep her in my arms, then maybe I can still?—
“Thane, you have to let her go.”
“Killian?”
“I’m here, I have you.”
22
KILLIAN
“Killy, did you hear what I just said?” Lyra pouts, stroking my chest.
