Yin Ze's hand on her waist tightened. "Wanwan, you just gave birth..."
He desperately wanted to, but he worried her body wouldn't be able to handle it during the snow season.
She propped herself up, peering at his face in the darkness. Her warm lips grazed the shell of his ear, and her breath was a soft, sweet whisper. "I'm not like other females. As long as you want to..."
How could he possibly not want to?
Every day of their separation had been torment.
Imagining the dangers she might have faced, imagining her fear while alone and helpless—his heart felt like it was being roasted over a blazing fire.
The immense ecstasy of finding her again, mixed with lingering fear, caused the long-suppressed yearning and possessiveness to burst forth like a flood from a broken dam.
He longed to confirm her existence, to use the most primal method to fuse her completely into his very bones and blood.
