~Evric's POV~
He didn't hesitate. His eyes remained locked on mine as his hands began to wander over his own skin
It was intoxicating to watch, his movements were slow, fluid, and heavy, like he was moving through water or a beautiful, drug-induced haze.
He arched his back, his fingers tracing the lines of his ribs, his palms sliding over his stomach with a rhythmic, seductive grace that made my throat go dry.
He let out a soft, whimpering sound as his hand drifted lower, grazing the top of his thigh, but I wasn't finished.
"Stop," I said, the single word snapping through the air. He froze instantly, his hand hovering just inches away from his aching cock.
"Don't touch your cock yet," I whispered, my gaze dropping to his chest. "That's a reward you haven't earned. Play with your nipples for me. I want to see you sensitive and pleading."
Zayn let out a frustrated, needy whine, but he obeyed.
