Chosen Mate Of The Beastmen Empire

After a few breaths, Nyx took control, pulling on his arm, pushing with her shoulder, and flipping him onto his back. She braced herself above him, looking down at him.

Her strength wasn't much, but Zayne didn't dare struggle, letting her push him down, his expression torn. "Nyx, you-"

Ar his youthfil age, it was impossible to claim he didn't want to do something; that would be a lie. Nyx didn't need to do anything just being there was enough to tempt him, especially with her actively enticing him.

But they had only just settled down, the cave was still simple and lacked any comfort, hardly qualifying as a real home.

The hot season hadn't arrived yet, and if Nyx were to get pregnant now, her nutritional needs might not be fully met. She might crave some sweet or sour fruits, but they were impossible to find. If there was an emergency, the necessary herbs would be nowhere to be found

Thinking of this Zayne lost his drive. His body still burned with desire, but his mind had regained calm. Rationality told him he should push Nyx away for now.

"Do you want to or not?" Nyx squinted, asking simply and directly. As soon as she spoke, she saw Zayne's face instantly turn bright red. The innocent male was no match for his battle-hardened mate, who skillfully played with him.

Hard-earned rationality abandoned him again, and Zayne felt his mind go blank. His gaze darted around, and after a long pause, he nodded in hesitation, barely a movement.

Their eyes met, and from Nyx's gaze, he saw unmasked admiration. His chest felt like it was on fire, and his body began to heat up. Nyx saw his reaction and, satisfied, leaned down to kiss his throat.

In primitive society, clothing was scarce, but sometimes the simplicity had its own advantages.

His bare upper body was muscular and solid, and Nyx couldn't resist touching it. Her fingertips brushed across his chest, feeling the powerful beat of his heart.

Zayne didn't dare move a muscle. His throat moved nervously, his fingers curled, resting on Nyx's waist. After some hesitation, he still didn't dare to tug at her clothes.

Sensing his inner conflict, Nyx felt a complicated mix of emotions and teasingly glanced at him. This side of Zayne was truly rare.

To her, they were already an old married couple, with children and everything. But in Zayne's eyes, it seemed like they were meeting for the first time.

With the loss of his previous memories, he had become less gentle and smooth, but more pure and timid. In Nyx's eyes, it carried a special flavor.

"You're the one who taught me how to wear this," she cupped her chin with both hands, speaking softly. "Could it be that you can only put it on, not take it off?"

While saying this, she took Zayne's hand, seemingly oblivious to his nervous tremor, and slowly began to untie the string that was threaded through her clothes.noveldrama

Zayne held his breath. The animal skin fell away, revealing her pale skin, which looked like fine mutton-fat jade. It glimmered before him, and he couldn't tear his eyes away.

Just as he was about to reach out and touch it uncontrollably, his ears suddenly caught a faint noise coming from outside the cave. It sounded like some animal was rustling through the bushes, making continuous soft noises.

Then, he even heard voices, but they were too far away and faint to be clear. Zayne immediately grabbed the animal skin. and swiftly wrapped it back around Nyx, covering her up completely.