*WARNING*
This chapter contains mature content. Please skip this chapter and move on to the next if you feel uncomfortable. Rated 18.
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Naomi felt her body shiver under Zylan's touch. The heat of his hand on her soft breast made her gasp, her cheeks flushing deeply. The sensation was foreign, almost overwhelming, yet her body reacted instinctively. Her head tilted back, her golden hair spilling against his chest as her half-lidded gaze wandered to the ceiling. The air between them was thick, heavy, intoxicating.
Zylan's lips curved into a knowing smirk. "Very well then," he murmured, his deep voice sending a fresh wave of heat coursing through her body. His fingers squeezed her gently, kneading her flesh as if testing her responses.
