Chapter 16: Devil’s..
Ariana’s hands clutched her chest as Zavren’s lips curled into a sinful grin. He stopped just in front of her, lifting her chin slowly with his thumb, his grey eyes locking onto hers.
"Your hazel eyes remind me of hazelnuts," he murmured, voice low and intense. "I despise them... only because I’m obsessed with them."
Ariana’s lips trembled slightly as she met his gaze, unable to look away.
"You don’t have to look at me with such fear, Snowflake," he whispered, leaning closer. "If you want me to bathe you, just say the word."
Her lips parted, then closed again—lost for words.
"Or..." he added, voice laced with temptation, "do you want me to undress you?"
His lips twitched higher as he waited for her response.
Ariana’s back pressed against the wall as she shook her head, her breath catching.
"You don’t have to worry," Zavren murmured, voice low and dangerous. "I’ve already seen all of you... touched you, stroked you, f*cked you." He leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. "So what’s left? So much more..."
Ariana’s face turned scarlet at his shameless words. Zavren’s hand slid behind her neck, tilting her head up. Her eyes widened as her heart pounded—his large, calloused hand now touching her bare skin.
Then he moved—his lips brushing against her throat before latching onto it. His hot, wet tongue circled her slender neck, leaving a trail of heat behind. She bit her lip, stifling a gasp that escaped anyway.