Lyra's body stiffened, her heart pounding furiously in her chest as she stared into his eyes. Her name had never sounded so beautiful as it did when it fell from his lips, carrying a weight of emotion that sent shivers down her spine. The way he looked at her, like she was the most exquisite thing in the world, made her breath catch.
His hand moved slowly, trailing from her cheek down to her neck, his fingers feather-light as they traced the curve of her shoulder blade. Sevastian caught a few loose strands of her hair between his fingers, his touch reverent as he let the silken threads slip through. "I have always wondered what your hair would feel like," he murmured, his voice low and warm. His eyes found hers again, a soft smile curving his lips.
