It was as if every sense took flight as his lips continued to press into mine, and I was overwhelmed with that one consuming sensation. I felt like a small boat in the middle of a storm, clutching Lyon's shirt to keep from being swept away.

It felt like an eternity before Lyon released my lips.

My once pale lips were now slightly swollen, glistening with moisture. They looked almost like cherries in bloom, as if they still carried the scent of sweetness.

His dark, intense eyes stared at my lips, and I pushed him away hastily, retreating from his embrace.

A cold feeling crept over me. He looked at...