Then he looked down, catching her gaze as she glanced up at him, her lips stretched around him, her eyes glittering with mischief and intent. Txxx Or so he thought. Kael placed his mug down on the sleek table beside him, his hand naturally weaving into Lyra’s dark hair. The air smelled faintly of spice and roasted beans as he sipped it, stepping up to the massive glass wall. Her sharp intake of breath was followed by a low moan, one that echoed off the high ceilings of the suite. Her raven-black hair fanned out on the silk sheets, her skin flushed with exertion. Lyra gasped, her head falling forward, her moan echoing in the quiet room. The sensation sent a low groan rumbling through him, but he kept his eyes
