Eva's fingers froze as she felt his lips on the tattoo, and she couldn't help but speak, her voice laced with a mix of curiosity and uncertainty, "Are you trying to activate it?"
Xylon's warm breath caressed the sensitive skin of Eva's neck, his lips hovering dangerously close to her slavery tattoo.
He didn't touch her neck again, but the mere proximity of his lips sent a shiver through her.
The room seemed to close in around them, the air charged with an electrifying tension.
His voice, filled with a possessive resolve, deepened the intimacy of the moment.
"And what if I am?" he repeated, each word dripping with a firm determination that made it clear he was unapologetic about his actions even when that happened by surprise.
She just couldn't find the words to respond to his bold question.
Her heart raced, and her breaths quickened as she remained locked in that intimate embrace, her fingers still lingering near his hair.