Lyra's POV
In seconds, we tumbled from the wall onto Ash's bed.
My spine pressed against his soft comforter while my palms found his face again. His mouth descended to my chest, leaving burning marks beneath my collarbone. A raw moan tore from my throat as my hips bucked upward. Ash pressed me down with his own weight, his arousal unmistakable against me.
He lifted away briefly to strip my shirt over my head. The separation wasn't enough. I yanked off my sports bra too, leaving my chest bare and aching for his touch. Ash caught my wrists and pinned them above my head, pulling back to study me.
His eyes had turned almost black with hunger. They swept across every inch of my exposed skin before locking with mine.
"Tell me this is what you want," he rasped. "Tell me you're sure."
"Yes," I gasped. "Don't stop."
