Zylan's lips curled up into a smile, a dark glint in his eyes as he gazed at Naomi, his gaze focused intently on her face. There was a quiet intensity in the air, something raw and undeniable.
"While you do it, keep your eyes on me," he murmured, his voice deep, almost a command.
Naomi's heart raced, her breath caught in her throat. Was this man seriously telling her to do this? The thought barely had time to register before she felt both of his hands on her, cupping her gently but firmly. His fingers squeezed, testing the softness of her skin.
"So soft," he whispered with admiration, his gaze never wavering from hers.
Naomi froze, unsure of how to respond. His words, his touch, were making her feel like she was losing herself. Her body didn't quite feel like her own anymore. Still, his eyes held hers, urging her to comply. Slowly, she began to move, her waist swaying under his watchful gaze.