Chapter 55: More…
The reason Lilia had asked that question was simple—curiosity. A strange, gnawing curiosity she couldn't quite understand. It tugged at her mind, making her chest tighten with an unfamiliar sensation. She didn't even know why she felt this way, why her lips had parted to voice the question, or why her body had chosen to move on its own.
Then, she heard it—the deep, rumbling sound beneath her.
Zethan's chest vibrated with the low chuckle, the deep reverberation traveling through her bare back. Her eyes widened at the unfamiliar sensation.
What was that?
"Oh, Loris, what should I do with you?" Zethan murmured, his voice like dark silk as his fingers trailed toward hers, gently prying them away from where she covered herself.
"No interruptions, dear," he added, his touch light yet commanding as he traced lazy patterns over her trembling skin.
Lilia's back arched instinctively. A shiver ran through her, sharp and lingering, like the ghost of something forbidden. She lay pressed against his broad chest, the heat of his body seeping into her own. Though she faced the ceiling, her side profile gave everything away—cheeks flushed, lips parted, golden brown eyes clouded with something she didn't quite recognize.
A slow smile played on Zethan's lips, dark and knowing.
His fingers moved with a slow, deliberate grace, skimming along her stomach before gliding upward. He didn't rush—he never rushed. Instead, he took his time, savoring the way her small frame trembled against him.
Then, his fingers found her breast.
Lilia gasped, body jolting.