Warning: This chapter contains intense sensual tension, explicit touching, and mature themes. Read responsibly.
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Her chest rose with every breath, each inhale just a little more shallow than the last. She could feel the heat pulsing between them, wrapping around her like a second skin. It was too much—too still, too close. Her voice trembled when she finally found it.
"What… what are you doing to me?" she whispered, her words breathy, barely above the breeze rustling through the trees.
Zyran's eyes didn't leave her lips. Not once. His expression shifted, deepened, sharpened into something darker. Possessive.
"Punishing you," he said lowly, the words falling from his mouth like velvet smoke.
Her breath hitched. Her fingers twitched at her sides, aching to do something—pull him closer or shove him away, she didn't know. Her heart beat faster, her legs pressing together involuntarily.
