The silk of the mattress felt like cool water against Yilan's heated skin, but it was the weight of Shen Yu as he moved over her that truly anchored her to the moment. He didn't rush. He descended upon her with the slow, deliberate grace of a lover who intended to memorise every inch of his prize.
He started with her face, his lips feathering soft, worshipping kisses over her brow, her eyelids, and the bridge of her nose.
"My Yilan," he murmured against her skin, his voice thick with a tenderness that brought tears to her eyes.
"Ten years I have waited to hold you like this. Ten years of watching you from the shadows, wanting to burn the world down just to see you smile."
He captured her lips again, but this time the predatory hunger of the pool had shifted into a deep, soul-stirring devotion. It was a lover's kiss, long, slow, and honeyed with a thousand unspoken promises.
Mm.
