"You're—" she started, but her words dissolved into a soft moan as he found that spot just below her ear that made her arch into him like she was chasing lightning.
He stood up then, taking his time, letting his gaze travel over her like she was art he was finally allowed to appreciate.
Still, just inches from Zhang Ruoyun, watching the way her chest rose and fell, the way her parted lips trembled from the last kiss they'd shared—like her body was already spiraling toward something beautiful but hadn't caught up with her mind yet.
The air between them buzzed with unspoken hunger, stretched so taut it might snap and take half the dimension with it. Every second passed like eternity, and yet neither of them dared to move first, both savoring this moment of perfect anticipation.
And then he did.
But not with force or cosmic authority.
