Lilia's lips curled into a smile as she pulled him into a hug, then whispered softly into his ear,
"Oh honey, but we're not done cooking yet. The reward will come after the cooking… so let's see if you'll still be good until then."
Zethan's jaw tensed slightly as he tried his best to control the desires flashing in his eyes, unable to believe this side of his wife.
She pulled away gently and pressed a soft kiss to his jaw—the same one that moved, igniting more fire inside him, making the atmosphere even more charged. They exchanged glances as Lilia softly bit her lip. Zethan's head gently fell to her shoulder, his hands—which were around her waist—squeezing gently.
As he tried to calm himself, he heard her soft giggle, and he knew she was enjoying every inch of it.
Zethan slowly leaned in and spoke in a low, teasing voice,
"Oh, sweetheart… you really want to punish me, huh? Tell me this is one of the punishments."
