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 ...