Davis's smile deepened, his sapphire eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made Zenova's breath hitch.
He leaned closer, his warm breath brushing against her lips, sending shivers cascading down her spine. Her body, usually a fortress of unyielding pride, betrayed her now, unwilling to listen as her heart thundered as a storm in her chest, and a heat bloomed between her thighs that she couldn't ignore.
It made her feel limp and panicked.
"Good," Davis murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her.
One hand slid up her arm, fingers tracing the elegant curve of her shoulder before tangling in her silken black hair. He tilted her head back slightly, exposing the graceful line of her neck, and pressed a slow, deliberate kiss there, his lips lingering as if savoring her pulse.
Zenova's hands instinctively clutched at his robes, her nails digging in as a soft gasp escaped her, "Davis... you... ah~"
