It looked irresistible. She couldn't leave her alone.
Elara's lips tingled, curving upward of their own accord. The desperate, feral hunger that could only be sated by soaking Lyra's flesh in her scent had ebbed, replaced by a deep, resonant ache of affection.
Not knowing how to relieve this overwhelming sensation rising from her very toes, Elara pulled Lyra's small frame flush against her chest.
She buried her face in the girl's hair, kissing her temples and her bruised cheeks, pressing their faces together until their skin seemed to fuse. She brushed her mouth over those swollen lips again and again, her long legs threading through Lyra's limp ones, holding her there.
Under the weight of the passionate, heavy embrace, Lyra's eyelids began to twitch. She let out a soft, pained groan, struggling to peel them back against the crust of sleep.
