Velvet’s POV

For a while, Zavian just held me in his arms. His thumb brushing my cheek, his breath warm against my temple, his heartbeat slow and steady beneath my ear. The comfort of his arms, the safety of being pressed against him… it was enough to calm the storm inside my chest..

His hand slid from my back to my waist, slow and careful, like he was touching. His fingers gently caressed my back, making its way to the front. I felt it gently caress my nipples.

I could immediately feel them become perky from his touch.

Tension built up slowly lowly

“Velvet…” he whispered, my name curling against...