"Zylan, please," Naomi begged, her voice trembling with a mix of desperation and an unsettling realization. She finally understood—this wasn't just punishment.
It was something far more profound, a test that stretched her to her limits in ways she hadn't imagined.
His smirk deepened, and he leaned closer, his presence overwhelming. "No, Eaglet. Not now."
Before she could decipher his cryptic words, his lips crashed into hers, catching her completely off guard. The kiss was deliberate, a calculated combination of tenderness and dominance. His lips moved against hers slowly at first, coaxing a response. A soft whimper escaped her, and he seized the opportunity, his tongue slipping past her parted lips.