Scarlet POV
Zain leans forward again, bracing himself above me on one arm. His free hand slides up my stomach, dragging lightly over my ribs, tracing the edge of my bra without rushing to take it off. He watches my face the entire time, like he’s studying every gasp, every flicker of need I can’t hide.
When his fingers slip beneath the thin lace of my panties, finally brushing where I’m wet and aching for him, I moan softly, my hips lifting into his hand.
He groans under his breath, low and rough, his forehead dropping briefly to mine as his fingers glide through the slick heat of me.
“You feel like f*****g heaven, sweetheart,” he murmurs against my skin.
I whimper, writhing under him, desperate for more, desperate for him.
Zain pulls back just enough to hook his fingers in the waist
