Zarius braced himself, his back arching slightly off the mattress in anticipation. His jaw clenched so hard his teeth ached, preparing for the sheer impact of Cherion finally taking charge.
But the impact never came.
Instead of leaning all the way down, Cherion stopped a mere millimeter away. He let out a soft, hot breath that brushed directly against the highly sensitive skin of Zarius's length, making the duke violently shudder from head to toe.
Then Cherion moved, slow enough to test the last remaining thread of Zarius's patience. He simply pressed the smooth, warm skin of his inner thigh against the rigid length, slowly dragging himself upward until he was merely straddling Zarius's hips.
Zarius's eyes flew open, wild and utterly bewildered. "Cherion...?"
