Zayn’s hands roamed down, tugging at the waistband of Lily’s white lace panties. He lifted the waistband with his finger and released it, snapping it against her skin. Lily gasped. His eyes darkened with desire as they locked with hers.
“I can smell how aroused you are,” he murmured, his voice husky. “So deliciously sweet.”
Lily could not help but smile shyly. She widened her legs more, showing she was ready for what he was about to do. Her eyes never left his.
Her heart hammered in her chest as anticipation built inside her.
Taking her invitation, Zayn slid his hand down her stomach, his touch leaving a trail of fire on her skin. He slipped his fingers under the delicate fabric of her panties. Lily’s back arched off the bed when his finger circled her clit.
“So wet already,” he groaned, his own breathing becoming labored. “So ready for me.”
‘Yes, Zayn. Please don’t stop.’
