A soft smile played on Zylan's lips as he murmured, "We're getting there, my wife. Relax and enjoy the ministration."
His deep chuckle sent warmth pooling in her core.
Then, his lips found her skin again.
He trailed soft, lingering kisses over her stomach, moving lower, his touch both gentle and deliberate. Naomi shuddered beneath him, her body reacting to every slow movement, every whisper of warmth his mouth left behind.
When he reached her navel, his warm breath fanned over her skin, and anticipation coiled tightly in her stomach.
And then, instead of tearing away her panties as she had expected, he kissed her over them.
A whimper escaped her lips.
Zylan's body tensed slightly, his own restraint evident as he felt her tremble beneath him.
Spreading her legs further, he pressed another kiss right at her center—slow, tantalizing, possessively.
Then, finally, he hooked his fingers around the waistband of her panties.
