Tang Fei's hips instinctively tilted toward him, a quiet plea in every movement. Her lips parted, letting out soft, breathless sounds as he kissed her jaw, her neck, then back to her lips, each kiss a promise, each touch a claim.
"Do you feel that, Fei'er?" His voice was low, rough, vibrating against her ear. "Everything you are… it belongs to me."
Her body trembled under his words, her chest rising and falling with shallow, desperate breaths.
His fingers continued their teasing, sliding, brushing, pressing just enough to make her ache, to make her pulse race, to make her want him in ways she hadn't dared imagine.
And yet he didn't cross the line. The restraint in him, the controlled fire, made every moment unbearable, and every touch intoxicating.
Tang Fei pressed into him, whispering his name against his lips, the heat between them wrapping them both in a cocoon of desire that was almost unbearable.
