Messiah did not turn off the lights.
He gently pushed her to lie down on the bed, the intensity of his kiss unrelenting. Zarniya didn't expect him to lunge into it.
Although she had read about this in books and heard about it from the maids, and despite having received his kisses before, this experience was entirely different. In the back of her mind, she knew that Messiah was an expert in this—trained for it. Her desire to make the night perfect was overwhelmed by his kisses. She couldn't even take the lead.
Her hands, unsure of where to rest, landed on his bare chest. Though she was certain she did not have a fever, their touching skin felt scalding.
"Niya, kiss me back," he muttered, his dark eyes filling her vision.
