Ziana's breath hitched as Zayden swayed, their bodies colliding with each slow sway. Her fingers clenched the edge of his shirt, her gaze avoiding his midnight eyes. When she felt something pressing against her waist, her grip tightened on his collar, her cheeks burning with heat. Zayden's hot breath grazed her ear, and she bit her lower lip, fighting the overwhelming urge to succumb to the sensations that threatened her sanity.
To be frank, she wasn't the only one feeling these embarrassing sensations. Zayden wasn't spared either; his body tensed every time she held onto him tightly. The way she bit her lip sent strange sensations racing through his veins, tormenting him with bursts of electricity that seemed to originate from the center of his chest.
