The reason Lilia had asked that question was simple—curiosity. A strange, gnawing curiosity she couldn't quite understand. It tugged at her mind, making her chest tighten with an unfamiliar sensation. She didn't even know why she felt this way, why her lips had parted to voice the question, or why her body had chosen to move on its own.
Then, she heard it—the deep, rumbling sound beneath her.
Zethan's chest vibrated with the low chuckle, the deep reverberation traveling through her bare back. Her eyes widened at the unfamiliar sensation.
What was that?
"Oh, Loris, what should I do with you?" Zethan murmured, his voice like dark silk as his fingers trailed toward hers, gently prying them away from where she covered herself.
"No interruptions, dear," he added, his touch light yet commanding as he traced lazy patterns over her trembling skin.
