KNOCK
Who the fuck?
Auryn's thoughts were about to go on a rampage when his nose wiggled. He sniffed slightly and opened his eyes with his chapped lips still locked with Lyra's rosy lips.
Claudia? he thought even while he managed to stay in the moment with Lyra. After all, this was important. The taste of her lips were like cinnamon and it pulled him into deep waters with each passing second.
The knock came again in quick succession and this time, Lyra was irritated. Her hands were over Auryn's shoulders, her tongue jousting desperately within the moist of his mouth.
"Go away," Lyra managed to respond. Using the opportunity to breathe. Her tone was devoid of patience and definitely dangerous.
"I have to speak with the prince, it's urgent," the voice of a lass came from the other side of the door.
Auryn confirmed from the tone of the voice that it was definitely Claudia and she was actually serious. And there was a certain reality he had to work with right now.
