Lyra didn't slow down.
The moment Gray leaned back against the wall and gave her that quiet permission with a small nod and faint smirk, something fluttered wildly in her chest.
Her heart pounded so loudly she was sure he could hear it.
Still, she refused to stop.
Her lips stayed pressed to the side of his neck, placing slow, open-mouthed kisses that grew a little shakier the lower she went.
"Mm…" The soft hum slipped out before she could hold it back.
Her hands trembled slightly as they roamed over his bare chest, palms sliding across warm, firm muscle with curiosity.
She traced every line with her fingertips, feeling the way his skin heated under her touch, but her cheeks were already burning hotter with every second.
'I… I've never done anything like this before…'
The thought made her face flush an even deeper shade of red. She tried to push it away, focusing instead on the way his body felt beneath her hands.
