Chapter 116: Dance Of Desire
Naomi couldn’t believe what she was hearing. The sheer seriousness on his face made her wonder—could this man be any more shameless? Her cheeks burned crimson as her head snapped toward him, only for her breath to catch when he did something completely unexpected.
Before she could react, Zylan tugged at his towel, the fabric sliding dangerously down his body.
"Zylan!" Naomi’s voice came out louder than intended, a mix of shock and embarrassment lacing her tone. Her hands flew up instinctively to cover her eyes, but the image was already burned into her mind. She whipped her gaze to the other side, her heart racing, mortified by the thought of what she had nearly seen. What was wrong with this man? Was he trying to seduce her? Here, of all places—in her parents’ house, no less!
Her mind spun as she tried to shake off the inappropriate thoughts creeping in. Just the idea of something happening here made her cheeks flush even harder. She knew Zylan too well; if anything were to happen, she wouldn’t be able... to... to stifle her moans. Her parents would hear everything.
Wait—what was she even thinking? Naomi quickly stopped herself, mortified at the direction her thoughts had taken. She never imagined she could be this flustered, even allowing herself to think about something so dirty. But it was all thanks to Zylan—her husband, the man who constantly kept her on edge.
Before Naomi could utter another word, Zylan burst into loud chuckles, his deep voice rich with amusement. "Instead of just thinking dirty, why not put those thoughts into action?" he teased, his eyes gleaming mischievously. "I’m already here, so do whatever dirty thing your mind desires."
Naomi’s head snapped toward him again, sure she had heard a crack. Her expression froze in disbelief. Was he serious right now? What was wrong with this man? She glared at him, her frustration building, but then noticed that he had begun to dress. His singlet clung to his toned body, and his black underwear fit him perfectly—but that didn’t hide the undeniable bulge beneath it. Naomi’s face flushed as she turned away, her ear turning red with embarrassment.
Realizing she needed to do the same, she shifted her attention to her robe—the one she’d thrown on earlier after her bath and makeup routine. With an involuntary sigh, she untied the sash and let the robe slip off her shoulders. It felt normal to undress in front of her husband, right?
Zylan turned toward her to speak, but his words caught in his throat as his gaze landed on her. There she stood, clad in a pink lace bra and matching panties. He blinked, momentarily stunned. This was surprising. He had seen her in various states of undress before, but this time, something about the sight of her stopped him in his tracks. His eyes roamed over her flawless hourglass figure, from her slender back to the curve of her hips and her plump behind. She was perfection—a rare jewel he could hardly believe was his.