Lyra nodded. She stood slowly to her feet, her body still humming from the warmth of Kieran's touch. The air in the cabin was thick with the scent of cedar, wrapping around them like a secret embrace. Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached for the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head, revealing the soft curves of her breasts, nipples already hardening in the cool air.

Kieran watched her, his eyes dark with hunger, but he moved with deliberate slowness, respecting the trust ...