Lyra’s POV 

After dinner, I dreaded going to the bedroom, knowing Leandros would want his kiss. This time, I was adamant. He just couldn’t expect me to kiss him all the time. What about my needs? Even I needed a kiss from him? I was almost eighteen. Yet I hadn’t received my first kiss from my mate. What was the big deal about turning eighteen? I hated his backdated principles. 

No one was here to judge him if he kissed me now. 

I refused to give in to his demand this time. If he needed ...