Camelia knew running away was foolish, but she tried to escape the hands reaching for her.
She blinked a few times to relieve her dizziness, but Zayne did not let her go.
He grabbed Camelia's feet to drag her back toward him and the bed. She could feel how close he was to her and how close his breath felt on her face.
"Z-Zayne, can you let me go this time? I-I promise that I wasn't trying to run away from you."
Camelia spoke softly, hoping Zayne would understand and go easy on her.
"Hmm, I know. But your actions still hurt my feelings, and I would like compensation."
Zayne spoke back in a soft voice, and it made Camelia curse. Zayne's actions had foiled her plan, and she tried to reason again, but Zayne did not seem to be in the mood to listen to her.
"Well, shall we start with your chest this time? You promised me I could touch it as much as I wanted. And I very much want to touch you at the moment."