Chapter 8. Breathe, Mellow

“Oh, boy. It’s punishment to hold back, don’t you think?” I drawl, taking cautious steps toward Zeath. Standing in front of him, I slowly unbutton his shirt before closing in to kiss his chest. “I need you to succumb to your pleasure...” I blow the sleeping hairs on it. “...and mine.”

Zeath grunts as I struggles to take the shirt off his ripped torso. He’s looking down at me through narrowed eyes charged with temptation. And now his bare body, the sweat rolling down his tan skin, coupled with the defined muscles of his face and neck, would sooner drive me mad with lust.

Or they already have.

My hands cup his face like tiny strokes on a beautiful stone, feeling his soft stubble down to his long neck.

His collarbones are clear-cut. They give way to his broad shoulders, arms, forearms, and thick wrists, which I grab.

“Will you derive comfort by doing it yourself?” I ask.

Zeath moves his left hand while my right fingers still clasp around the wr