She wanted to believe he was joking, but the seriousness in his gaze told her everything. Her eyes stared into his.
"Go on, sweetheart… or should I help you?" he asked.
Ariana shook her head, her heart beating fast as his lazily sinful eyes watched her walk towards the bed. Zavren's lips curled up as his eyes rested on her butt, which wiggled slightly with each step.
His hands moved to his belt as he unbuckled it, his gaze still locked on hers.
Ariana climbed onto the bed gently and laid down calmly, moving her hands over her head. Zavren's lips curled again as he began undressing. Ariana, who didn't even know what to focus on anymore, just wondered how she would face him now after doing this. Her heart was already thudding loudly in her chest like some kind of drum. She moved her legs, spreading them gently apart. Her face burned as she waited.
She heard Zavren's footsteps, and the closer he got, the louder her heart pounded. Then he finally reached her.
