*Thud*
The door slammed shut behind us, echoing through the room.
"You desperate woman," I said, my voice a low murmur, thick with teasing intent.
Lyra let out a soft chuckle, turning her head just enough to meet my gaze. "You turned me on, Austin, it's your fault for slipping your hands there." she replied, her voice sultry and unashamed.
Without a word, I spun her around and pressed her against the door, her back flush against my chest. Our hands intertwined as I raised hers above her head, pinning them against the wood. She didn't resist—instead, she surrendered herself to my touch.
I leaned in close, pushing her hair to the side, my lips kissing against the sensitive curve of her neck. A shiver rippled through her as I began to kiss her there, trailing my lips along her skin. Her body instinctively pressed back against mine, her soft curves molding into me.