Chapter 35: Last night with Lyriel 3
Lyriel leaned over Alex, her breath warm against his lips.
Her hand, cool and deliberate, slid down his naked chest, tracing the contours of his skin with a slow, teasing precision.
Each touch left a trail of heat in its wake, her fingers brushing over the faint ridges of his muscles, pausing here and there as if savoring the feel of him beneath her.
Alex’s breath hitched, his body tensing under her exploration, the silk sheets rustling faintly beneath him as he shifted.
Her hand reached the end of his torso, hovering at the edge of his pants, and she paused, a fleeting, electric moment where the air seemed to thicken.
Her golden eyes flicked up to meet his, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips, before her fingers dipped beneath the waistband, sliding into the warmth below.
She gasped, a sharp, delighted sound that broke the quiet, her eyes widening as she felt the heat radiating from him.
"So warm," she murmured, her voice a husky whisper, and then her hand wrapped around his rod, firm and sure.
"And so big," she added, her tone laced with awe and a trace of mischief, her grip tightening just enough to make him feel it.