A few moments passed as Ulric gave her time to regain her breath. Before he crouched slightly, leaning into her ear as a devilish whisper slipped past his lips.
"Do you want… more?"
Before the words could fully leave his lips, Lyra's head nodded repeatedly. An insatiable glint burned deep in her purple eyes, causing him to chuckle softly.
"Very well," Ulric muttered as his hands traced across what remained of her robe.
Before tearing it apart in one fluid gesture. Eliciting a gasp of surprise from Lyra at the sudden motion.
But that didn't last long. He raised her to her feet, one arm wrapped tightly around her waist as the other raced across and teased every inch of her body. Leaving nothing unexplored.
Soft moans filled the training chamber as Ulric's every touch sent waves of pleasure crashing through her.
His fingers danced over her newly exposed skin with deliberate slowness, tracing the curve of her waist, the swell of her breasts, and the sensitive dip of her spine.
