She curled into him, arms sliding around his neck, fingers threading through hair. His kiss drifted from her lips to her jaw, then lingered at the curve of her neck.
His hand slid along her side, nudging the fabric upward, warm skin meeting the air.
His rough thumb grazed the softness of her chest before he cupped it, kneading gently.
"Rowan…" she breathed, the sound catching softly in her throat.
Lyra caught his hand. "There's something I need to say."
"What is it?"
He lowered his lips to the darker curve of her skin, teasing the center with his tongue.
"Have you ever… hngh… thought about us having… a child?" she breathed, struggling to get the words out.
She moaned… he didn't listen to her, continuously teasing, sucking on her delicate bud.
"Rowan—just… stop for a second," she grunted softly.
A smile tugged at his lips before finally stopping. He lifted his gaze to hers, then rolled off her and settled onto his side of the bed, staring up at the ceiling.
