Zethan's smoldering gaze met hers in quiet surprise—but it was fleeting, quickly replaced by a rushing wave of desire.
"Oh… f*ck it," he growled inwardly.
He turned her around so her back faced him, his eyes drinking in the curve of her body.
"This… this is what I call jaw-dropping," he whispered dreamily.
Zethan's surprise was evident. It was like the more he saw her, the more beautiful she became.
Lilia's heart thudded as his large hands moved to her waist, gently bending her forward.
In fact, what truly sent shivers down her spine was the way his hands held her back—like they had always belonged there. The feeling was maddeningly good.
"Sweetheart, we're going to do it backwards," he murmured.
Lilia's eyes widened slightly as she tilted her head.
"Back… backwards… what—?" she breathed, her voice laced with anticipation.
