Chapter 102: Touch Me
"Zylan, please," Naomi begged, her voice trembling with a mix of desperation and an unsettling realization. She finally understood—this wasn’t just punishment.
It was something far more profound, a test that stretched her to her limits in ways she hadn’t imagined.
His smirk deepened, and he leaned closer, his presence overwhelming. "No, Eaglet. Not now."
Before she could decipher his cryptic words, his lips crashed into hers, catching her completely off guard. The kiss was deliberate, a calculated combination of tenderness and dominance. His lips moved against hers slowly at first, coaxing a response. A soft whimper escaped her, and he seized the opportunity, his tongue slipping past her parted lips.
The kiss deepened, transitioning into something far more intense. It wasn’t just a kiss—it was an invasion, a claim. Zylan’s hunger was palpable, every movement of his mouth over hers demanding, as though he couldn’t get enough of her. Her hands, still bound, clenched into fists as her body responded instinctively, leaning into him despite the storm of emotions swirling within her.
When he finally pulled away, his gaze lingered on her now-swollen lips, a flicker of satisfaction in his dark eyes. Using his thumb—the same one he had used to tease her earlier—he traced over her lips, as if memorizing their shape. Naomi’s breath hitched, and before she could stop herself, her teeth caught her lower lip in a nervous habit.
The action was subtle, unconscious, but it shattered what little restraint Zylan had left.
"F*ck, Naomi," he groaned, his voice low and strained. "You’re maddening."
She’d heard him curse before, but this time, there was a raw edge to it—a frustration so tangible it sent shivers down her spine. Her golden eyes, half-lidded and glistening with unshed tears, locked onto his, searching for an answer in the storm brewing behind them.
Before she could speak, his lips descended to her neck. The warmth of his breath against her skin made her shiver, and when his mouth latched onto her, sucking hard enough to leave a mark, a gasp escaped her. Her back arched involuntarily, pressing her body against his as a soft moan slipped from her lips.
"Z-Zylan," she stammered, her voice barely audible.