Bab 155: Breathless

Zamian's voice was a low, teasing murmur, barely above a whisper. "My wife is truly learning how to tease me," he said, his lips brushing lightly against the sensitive skin of Mira's neck. The feeling of his breath against her skin sent a wave of shivers through her body, stirring something deep within her. His words, though playful, carried a possessive undertone that sent a flicker of excitement through her. Slowly, he began to trail his kisses downward, each one purposeful and tender, like a worshipful reverence, as though savoring every moment of the intimacy they were sharing.