Chapter 61: Convincing Him
Her body went rigid, her eyes widening in shock as her pupils dilated. Her heart drummed violently against her ribcage, the rhythm erratic, wild. A rush of warmth spread through her, the sensation of butterflies fluttering in her stomach before surging upward, overwhelming her senses.
She had always thought butterflies moved downward—but this? This was different. It was consuming.
Zethan's tongue moved against hers in slow, deliberate strokes, the heat of it sending unfamiliar shivers down her spine. Her body instinctively leaned back, reacting to the foreign sensation—yet at the same time, she wanted more. The contradiction left her dizzy.
Zethan's gaze flickered with something unreadable, something almost... amused. He studied her, his eyes dark with interest, yet his expression softened into one of feigned innocence, as if he hadn't just stolen her breath away.
Lilia pointed at him, her face flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and outrage. "You—" she started, her voice laced with disbelief.
He tilted his head, a lazy smile playing at his lips. "What?"
Her glare deepened.
She wasn't even sure if her glare was because he had done it or because he had stopped.
Zethan bent closer , his towering frame making her feel impossibly small. He exuded a quiet confidence, a knowing smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.
"Hasn't someone done that to you before?" he asked, though he already knew the answer.
Lilia clenched her jaw.