Chapter Thirty-Eight: Telling The Truth
Lyla POV:
The heat of desire swirled within me, stoking a burning need that demanded satisfaction. Every twist of my hips sought to create the friction I so desperately craved. I felt wild, untamed, my very core pulsating in a rhythm that mirrored my accelerating heartbeat.
Suddenly, the sharp hiss of fabric tearing filled the air, snapping my focus back. Breaking away from the intoxicating depth of Samuel's lips, I tried to gather my bearings, to make sense of the maelstrom of sensations enveloping me. But Samuel, with a relentless hunger, trailed burning kisses down my jawline, lingering at my neck. His lips there felt like a brand, each nip and suckle drawing forth throaty moans from deep within me.
My gaze drifted downwards, and there, in the
