Zamian, taken aback, stared at his wife, her legs still wrapped around his waist in surprise. He was left speechless—when, exactly, had Mira become this shameless? The silence in the room made it clear just how caught off guard he was. It felt as though everything had shifted in the blink of an eye.
"Or do you need me to undress you myself?" she murmured, batting her lashes. Zamian's eyes widened, his body stiffening as her words stirred something deep within him. It was a slow burn of desire, one he hadn't felt in a long while. The last thing he expected was his shy, innocent wife to be the one to make the first move like this.
He moved to reach for her.
"Nuh-uh… hands to yourself," she teased with a playful smile, holding her position as if to challenge him.
