Eva, still feeling the warmth of his touch, contemplated pulling her fingers away as he started to speak.
However, before she could make her move, Xylon held her hand firmly but gently, keeping her fingertips in place as he said : "Not yet."
Eva gazed at Xylon, her heart pounding in her chest as she felt herself melting under his gaze.
The gentleness of her fingers on his lips had ignited something within him, and he wanted to feel her presence even more.
His longing for her closeness was evident in the way he held her hand against his lips, silently urging her to continue exploring.
Xylon guided Eva's fingers further, his own trembling slightly as they moved toward the soft locks of his hair at the back of his head.
His eyes never left hers, a silent plea within them, urging her to continue this intimate exploration.
Eva's touch was feather-light, her fingers tracing the contours of his scalp and the strands of his hair.
