Lyra lay in Dorian's arms, her fingers tracing invisible circles on his chest as she tried to study her breathing. Her nipples pressed against his chest as he pulled her closer, the darkness of the room masking their nakedness.
"Listen love, Elara would never agree to this," Dorian said, tilting his head back.
This was what they were discussing until Lyra's lust took over.
"And what makes you think she won't?" Lyra raised her head slightly to look at him.
"I don't khink she won't, I know she won't," Dorian said and Lyra chuckled.
"She think we're just hurting an innocent human for Lysander's sake. She says the human has nothing to do with what's going on between us and Lysander."
"Don't worry, I'll talk to her," Lyra said, getting down from the bed.
She took her black robe that was on the floor and slipped it on.
