Lily did like it. All of it. She liked the feel of his teeth against her lower lip, his palm on her skin, his other hand in her hair and as he arched against her, she responded in kind, feeling a surge of pure desire coursing through her. She'd slept with other people since her arrival in Darrow, but there was no one else she'd waited for. Not like this. Not in a long time.

But she could feel it now, all of it, how badly she wanted him, and the fingers of both her hands crept toward the hem of his shirt, sneaking under, fingertips splayed against his warm skin.