Zethan's eyes drank in her figure, his lips curling into a satisfied smile.
From her perfectly curvy breasts—not too large, not too small—to her slim, petite waist, curvy hips, and flawless skin, everything about her was just too perfect. Every inch of her seemed to have been sculpted to test his patience, and right now, that patience was hanging by a thread.
She was breathtaking.
And she was his.
"What's wrong, Loris? You can't do that?" he asked, amusement lacing his voice.
Her face was already flushed red, her delicate hands twisting into the sheets as she struggled to process his request. He watched as her lips parted slightly, a nervous breath escaping before she forced them shut again.
Zethan tilted his head slightly, intrigued.