Chapter 221 - 222: Please what, little temptress?
Warning: This Chapter contains intense sensual tension, explicit touching, and mature themes. Read responsibly.
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Her chest rose with every breath, each inhale just a little more shallow than the last. She could feel the heat pulsing between them, wrapping around her like a second skin. It was too much—too still, too close. Her voice trembled when she finally found it.
"What... what are you doing to me?" she whispered, her words breathy, barely above the breeze rustling through the trees.
Zyran’s eyes didn’t leave her lips. Not once. His expression shifted, deepened, sharpened into something darker. Possessive.
"Punishing you," he said lowly, the words falling from his mouth like velvet smoke.
Her breath hitched. Her fingers twitched at her sides, aching to do something—pull him closer or shove him away, she didn’t know. Her heart beat faster, her legs pressing together involuntarily.
"W-Why?" she asked, her voice cracking halfway through, sounding so small and sweet even to her own ears.
Zyran leaned in, his presence swallowing her whole. One of his hands slid slowly—so slowly—to the curve of her waist, resting there like he owned it. His skin burned through the thin fabric of her dress, the warmth of his palm branding her.
"For also punishing me," he murmured near her ear, the heat of his breath teasing her skin.
She blinked, confused, dazed, her head spinning too fast to hold onto reason. His words coiled through her like smoke, wrapping around her logic and squeezing it tight until there was nothing left but raw sensation.