"You say no…But your body's far more honest than your mouth."
She was on her knees, arms bound above her by golden feathers, back arched beneath the weight of him.
Feathers laced around her wrists, her waist pressed low under his palm.
Her breaths came fast and shallow—like arrows broken mid-flight.
Yu moved above her, his chest brushing her spine.He kissed her slowly.Deliberately.Down her back, over each trembling inch.
"Do you know how long I've held back?"He bit her shoulder gently, voice thick with strained hunger."From the moment you loosed that arrow…I wanted you."
She turned her face, cheeks wet, eyes red.
"You tricked me… You lied…"
He pressed closer.
"Of course I did."
"I pretended to be wounded… so you'd bring me home."
And then—
A single thrust of his weight,A flicker of wings brushing her thighs—Snap.
Her entire body jolted.
"Yu…" she gasped.
He chuckled low, voice molten.
"Yes. I'm inside."
She tried to pull forward—but the wings coiled tighter, circling her waist, anchoring her to him.
"Don't run, Su Sheng.You're mine now."
He moved—slow at first.Each motion carrying the weight of centuries of want.
Feathers trailed over her skin, sweeping across her hips, her thighs, her ankles—Every stroke teasing nerves she hadn't known existed.
"It… it hurts," she whispered.
"I'll go easy," he promised—And went deeper.
"You're too tight.Too perfect.I can't help it."
His lips grazed her neck, then her ear, drinking in her broken breath.
"The more you cry…The more I want to bite you."
"You say no, but right now…""Every part of you is calling for me."
She trembled, cheeks burning.She bit her lip to keep from answering.
He kissed her shoulder, then—
Thrust.A moan escaped her lips before she could catch it.
"Hear that?" he whispered, voice like velvet thunder."That's the truth your body won't hide."
"Stop talking…" she choked out, tears slipping down her cheeks.
He caught them with his tongue, murmuring:
"Cry for me, beautiful.Just a little more."
—
When it was over, she collapsed against the bed, body trembling, barely able to move a finger.
His wings still curled around her waist, as if unwilling to let go.
She thought it was finally done.
But then—He leaned in, voice like silk over a blade:
"Are you soft now?"
She almost nodded.
He smiled, brushing his lips against hers.
"Then let me hold you—Just once more."