Scarlet POV
Zain’s hand returns to my hip, grounding me again.
“Now his hair,” he murmurs. “Play with it. He loses his mind when you do.”
I glance down at Liam, at the way his jaw is clenched, his muscles locked, his face already half-fogged with pleasure and restraint.
I reach up with my free hand, weaving my fingers gently through his hair, scraping lightly along his scalp, tugging just a little at the ends.
He shudders beneath me like I’ve broken something open.
Zain hums behind me, satisfied. “See what you’re doing to him?” he says, low and warm against my ear. “And you’ve barely started.”
Zain’s hand slides over mine again, the one still tangled in Liam’s hair. He lifts it slowly, then takes my other wrist and draws both hands up, placing them gently at the top of Liam’s head.
