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through when the material parted to reveal
his collarbones and then his chest. Her other hand left the collar,
her fingers grazing his chest as she lowered them to follow the
zipper.

    He closed his
eyes.

    She’d never seen such
quiet pleasure on a man’s face before.

    She lowered the zip to his
navel and then coursed her hands back up, over the taut muscles of
his abdomen to his chest. When she reached it, she slipped them
underneath his flight suit and pushed it towards his shoulders. He
helped her, peeling it off his arms and leaving it dangling at his
waist. Her eyes drank their fill of his body. The sons of Lyra
really were as perfect as she’d heard. At least Balt
was.

    Leaning forwards, she
pressed light tentative kisses to his chest and neck, exploring his
body—rock hard square pectorals, taut shoulders, and deliciously
curved abdominals. He kept still, only his head moving slightly to
the side when she kissed the spot below his square jaw line. Her
whole body ached with desire and instinct drove her forwards,
making her touch and kiss him to fulfil the need growing inside
her. She wanted more.

    Her gaze lowered to his
navel and followed the line of dark hair downwards until it
disappeared into the flight suit. She swallowed again as she
wondered just how perfect a son of Lyra was. Something told her
she’d find out if she found the courage to go through with what she
wanted to do. He wouldn’t stop her. She could already see the
hardness of his cock against the tight material.

    She looked at his face,
checking his eyes were still closed. Her fingers skimmed his waist,
ghosting lightly over the muscles there, and then dipped downwards.
His lips parted and a small frown knit his brows.

    Her fingers met at the
point where she’d unzipped him to. She took a deep breath to calm
her nerves and then carefully lowered the zipper to reveal dark
snug trunks. She wanted to see more. He was going to have to
stand.

    She took hold of his hands
and stood, forcing him to rise with her. He towered over her, his
head bent towards her. She couldn’t resist the opportunity to kiss
him. Tiptoeing, she claimed his mouth as her own, plundering it
passionately with her tongue. He moaned and a chill chased over her
skin. When he did that, she wanted to do even more, she wanted to
do whatever it took to make him moan again.

    She pushed the flight suit
down over his hips. He stepped backwards and removed his boots
before stripping off the flight suit. Her gaze raked over him,
absorbing the sight of his long powerful legs and the beauty of his
body.

    His hand reached out
towards her. Her heart skipped a beat and she kept still as his
fingers closed around the zipper on her flight suit. She bit her
lip and watched him lower it, revealing her breasts and stomach,
and then continuing downwards to her crotch. She didn’t have the
advantage that he did. She had no underwear on and he’d already
seen her naked.

    That fact didn’t stop his
eyes from filling with dark hunger as he peeled the suit off her
body. She let him remove it for her, not wanting to interrupt the
obvious pleasure he was getting from undressing her. He pushed the
suit down her legs and came to kneel before her. She lifted each of
her feet in turn so he could remove it completely. When he was done
and she was naked, he looked up at her.

    Her pussy throbbed, her
nipples hardening at the dirty thoughts coursing through her
mind.

    He skimmed his hands back
up her legs, tickling her and stirring intense need and desire
inside her. She watched his hands and then his face, staring into
his eyes. In them, she could see how much this meant to him, and it
was far more than she’d expected. He really had wanted her. He did
want her. She closed her eyes when he pressed a kiss to her thigh
and then kissed across her stomach, his tongue laving her skin and
making it tingle.

    His hands cupped her
backside.

    Hers ran over his hair,
holding him against her stomach.