Camelia took her time as her hands roamed all over Zayne's chest. She felt the flex of those hard muscles under her hand, and she felt it creeping up her spine.
It made her shiver in delight and want. The molten desperation covered her senses before she reached out to touch Zayne's soft lips tentatively.
There was an irresistible smirk on those lips. It was almost mocking, but Camelia did not feel offended by it.
Instead, she wanted to reach out and touch it more, to see what that smile and lips could do for her.
One of her fingers touched Zayne's mouth, and he opened it quickly to bite Camelia's finger gently before she could pull away from him.
She tried to take her hand back, but Zayne grabbed Camelia's wrist to hold her hand in place while he lavished it with his tongue and his mouth.
"Don't try to pull away from me. I promise that I will not do anything that you would disapprove of. So please, give me a chance."