Chapter 84: Blow….
A slow smile played on Zethan’s lips as he watched her, frozen in surprise. His deep, piercing gaze locked onto hers, studying every reaction—the way her breath hitched, the way her fingers twitched ever so slightly as if unsure whether to move. He took a step forward, his movements deliberate, calculated. Predatory.
He wore nothing but a pair of matching PJ pants, the loose fabric hanging low on his hips. His shirt, carelessly discarded, lay forgotten on the floor—a silent casualty of his growing impatience.
As he closed the distance between them, his fingers lifted, reaching for her. A delicate touch—gentle yet firm—curled around her slender throat, tilting her chin up. The warmth of his palm against her skin sent a jolt through her spine, forcing her to meet his unreadable gaze.
Lilia’s lips parted, but no sound came. Words tangled on the tip of her tongue, lost somewhere between uncertainty and the undeniable force of his presence.
Zethan didn’t wait.
He did not wait for her to say it or make a choice—he wanted her.
His mouth descended upon hers in a deep kiss, claiming her without hesitation. His lips were hot, demanding, leaving no room for resistance. The taste of him—intoxicating, dominant—drowned out every coherent thought she might have had. His tongue pressed past the barrier of her lips, sweeping inside, exploring, taking.
A muffled sound escaped her, a mix of desire and something dangerously close to pleasure.
His grip tightened slightly not hurtful, pulling her flush against him. Her soft curves molded against the hard, unyielding lines of his body, the contrast leaving her dizzy. There was no space between them now, no air, no distance—only heat, only sensation.
By the time he lifted her effortlessly into his arms, Lilia was barely aware of the shift. One moment, she was standing. The next, she was falling—landing onto the plush mattress beneath her. The bed dipped beneath their weight, swallowing her in its softness.
But there was nothing soft about the way he looked at her.