Chapter 120: I Might…Hurt You
Zylan’s lips curled up into a smile, a dark glint in his eyes as he gazed at Naomi, his gaze focused intently on her face. There was a quiet intensity in the air, something raw and undeniable.
"While you do it, keep your eyes on me," he murmured, his voice deep, almost a command.
Naomi’s heart raced, her breath caught in her throat. Was this man seriously telling her to do this? The thought barely had time to register before she felt both of his hands on her, cupping her gently but firmly. His fingers squeezed, testing the softness of her skin.
"So soft," he whispered with admiration, his gaze never wavering from hers.
Naomi froze, unsure of how to respond. His words, his touch, were making her feel like she was losing herself. Her body didn’t quite feel like her own anymore. Still, his eyes held hers, urging her to comply. Slowly, she began to move, her waist swaying under his watchful gaze.
"Good girl. Now, faster," he encouraged, his tone soft but edged with something more—something darker.
She obeyed, her body moving against his in a rhythm that felt foreign, yet almost natural. The strange sensation of his hardness brushing against her sent a shockwave through her body, making her hesitate for a split second. Zylan seemed to sense the moment of hesitation, but it was fleeting. His lips parted in a smile that was both tender and dangerous.
Naomi could barely process what was happening. Zylan, the man who had been nothing more than a stranger to her months ago, was pulling emotions from her she didn’t even know existed. He made her feel things she hadn’t known were possible, feelings that threatened to consume her completely.
"Good girl," Zylan whispered again, his voice now thick with desire. "Eyes on me."
Naomi’s gaze snapped back to his, the weight of his command hanging heavily between them. She could feel the tension in the air, a taut line between them that seemed to draw her closer, despite the chaos swirling inside her. His hands moved lower, and her breath caught in her chest. She could feel his touch everywhere, on her skin, in her mind, pulling at something deep within her.
Her body was already responding to him, betraying her mind as she tried to make sense of it all. She felt herself growing warmer, her thoughts hazy. It didn’t make sense. None of it did. But she couldn’t stop herself. Notnow.