CHAPTER 96
ZYLIAH’S POV
"Mmm..." A shameless moan escaped my lips, my body molding perfectly into his hard, lean frame, every nerve in me desperate to fuse closer still.
My legs balanced on tiptoe, my arms wound tight around his neck, and I couldn’t be any nearer if I tried. His hands roamed down my back, fingers teasing at the zipper of my knee-length dress, the fabric whispering against my skin.
His hand slid lower until it cupped my butt, squeezing firmly, possessively, claiming me with that grip. And I loved it—thrilled by it—pressing my body even harder into his.
"Oh God..." he muttered between wild kisses. “Keep pressing your body against me like that, and I’ll f*****g rip every barrier off.”
“Yes,” I cried into his mouth, every breath begging for him to rip every barrier off a
