Chapter 64: Desire in Motion
Ariana’s lips opened in disbelief, her hands instinctively moving to his chest—but why wasn’t she pushing him away? That had been her intention. Yet somehow, it felt more like she was calling out to him in silence.
"Oh sweetheart, the gown you’re wearing is making it far too easy for me. If I wanted to fu—"
His words were abruptly cut short as her hand flew to his mouth, silencing the rest of his sinful sentence. Zavren’s body stilled, slightly caught off guard by his wife’s bold move.
Her breathing began to slow as relief washed over her. At least she had stopped him—finally.
But then, she felt it. His tongue teasing the center of her palm.
Her eyes widened as she pulled away swiftly. Was this man truly serious? Did he really mean what he said—that they would do it in a moving carriage? How was that even normal?
Pervert.
Zavren’s lips curled into a devilish smirk. Before Ariana could react, he shifted swiftly, guiding her gently down onto the foamy seat. His movements were fluid, confident. He raised her legs, causing her gown to ruffle up to her tummy. Ariana’s face burned with embarrassment as she reached to cover herself, but Zavren caught her wrists and held them in place.
"Be obedient and I will fuck you gently, but..." he whispered darkly before adding, "the more stubborn you get, the harder I’ll go. So go on, sweetheart—act as defiant as you want."
She could not believe this man. Why did his words seem to make her heartbeat go wild despite the seductive danger in them?
"Oh, Aria..."