Zethan was stunned into silence, unable to process what had just happened. His wife had just blown on his abdomen—literally—because he had told her to give him a blowjob. Was this really how clueless she was?
For a moment, he simply stared at her, his mind struggling to wrap around the absurdity of the situation. And then, something dark and possessive flickered to life inside him.
Before Lilia could even react, he grabbed her, flipping her onto the bed with ease. She landed flat against the soft sheets, a startled gasp leaving her lips, but the position didn't last long. Zethan lifted her hips, adjusting her so she was kneeling, her face pressing into the pillow.
"Z-Zethan..ahhn~~?" she stammered, her breath hitching as she tried to turn her head to look at him.
He didn't answer. Instead, his fingers dug into her waist, holding her firmly in place. A delicious shiver ran through her spine at the feel of his touch—hot, commanding, and unyielding.
