Zethan lips curled into a smile as he went stiff, caught off guard by the way those words rolled off her tongue like some forbidden chant—something only she wasn't supposed to say, because of how seductively tempting it sounded coming from her. He fought the urge to tell her to repeat those words.
"I'm very aware of that, pretty. I love your warmth."
Lilia's cheeks flushed deeply as she turned her face to the side, avoiding his intense, dark gaze. Now she was wondering why she had ever rejected him in the first place—this feeling was just too good.
"Let's go home and… continue," she whispered softly, noticing the look in Zethan's eyes—it told her he had no plans of ending anything anytime soon.
Zethan's lips curled into a smirk.
"You said it yourself, sweetheart," he murmured, his words laced with dark promise.
