Eva's POV
The moonlight poured through the sheer curtains of our beach cabin in Jeju, casting soft silver against the white sheets. Outside, the waves whispered against the shore like the promises we'd made under the starlit sky—forever. But in here, in this sacred space of skin and desire, I only wanted one thing. Him.
Dinner had been romantic, of course. Candlelight, clinking glasses, and laughter that lingered like wine on my tongue. But as soon as Jinman stood behind me while I washed the last dish, brushing his lips along my shoulder, I knew dinner was only the beginning.
Now, he stood in front of me—bare, wanting, and silently devouring me with his eyes. His shirt was gone. The belt had hit the floor the moment we entered our room. And I felt the heat rise between my legs as his gaze dropped to the silk robe barely covering my body.
"You're not wearing anything underneath, are you?" His voice was gravel wrapped in velvet, and I felt my breath stutter.
