83 Hopes Hanging On The Line

"Ak'ya," his mention of her name against her lips did nothing but made her desire him greatly. Lust was something he commanded- something he was, and right now all that she could feel was that consuming ache. 

She could feel it growing in the depth of her stomach once again. She wanted them to hold her like this forever… except that something didn't feel right.

They seemed to be fading away and their voices were starting to sound a little distant; like Rowan wasn't just hovering over her, like Kyros wasn't just there between her thighs. 

Her eyelids snapped open and that was when she realized that they were indeed fading away, disappearing like a glitching hologram.

What the fuck was going on? This had never happened before!

Reasoning jammed straight into her brain like a truck, slamming aside her lustful thoughts for some logical problem solving.

Kyros was right there, his lips parted and his eyes fogged with pleasure.