Aria’s/Lysara's POV

He fed off my lips with a hunger that almost tore them from my mouth. He sucked and nibbled, tasting and licking, doing everything at the same time. He was basically insatiable.

He ripped my robe apart, and then his warm hands claimed my breasts, palming them, letting them fill his hands.

“I want to push you away and make you starve for me, Lysara. But why do I end up being the one getting starved whenever I try to break away from your lips? Why do I fucking want you ...