Zara froze at the dark command that spilled from his lips, her heart pounding like a war drum. Denzal's piercing predatory gaze locked onto hers, unwavering and unapologetic, leaving her breathless. He was entirely in control, his intentions clear, deliberate, and impossible to resist.
"Denzal, I… I think we should—" Her words faltered as a sharp gasp escaped her lips. His fingers, firm and relentless, brushed against her inner thigh, igniting a fire that threatened to consume her. The thin linen separating them was no match for the searing heat of his touch.
"Don't make me repeat myself, Zara." His voice was low, raw, each word a command that sent shivers racing down her spine. "Wide. Your. Legs. Now."
