LYRA'S POV

As soon as I stepped out of the closet in a short, flowery dress that barely passed my thighs, Ryker let out a shaky breath. His eyes met mine, and I could see the hunger in them.

He stood up and stretched out his hand without saying a word. Quietly, I placed my hand in his and let him lead me to the terrace. It had a breathtaking view with a glassy floor that gave a clear view of the water beneath. There was already a spread of all kinds of meals waiting, champagne bottles in ice, ...