Mating with Blake

Lyra took small steps toward her mate, and although there was hesitance in her steps there was also a kind of excitement in the way her soles skipped a beat. It was as though she was secretly anticipating what would come next. Her palms turned clammy with the heated gaze she was receiving from the latter. There he lay with his back reclined against a stone sitting relaxed, unlike her nervous self. His robe which was previously half-done had completely left his body by now. It was like he made sure to remove and throw his clothes away so that she could take in his naked form fully.