"Do whatever you want…" she murmured, half-asleep, unaware of the fire she had just lit.
Su Ye's lips curved slowly.
Sunlight filtered through the curtains, warm and lazy, painting the room in soft gold. Afternoon had already arrived, but neither of them seemed in any hurry to greet it.
He reached for the blanket and drew it down without a sound, revealing her completely. She lay there, bare and beautiful, her skin marked with the faint traces he had left behind—bruises like quiet signatures scattered across her body.
Evidence of possession.
Evidence of his love.
Evidence of his mark on her.
Su Ye's breath hitched.
For a long moment, he simply looked at her, eyes darkening as desire settled deep and heavy in his gaze. "Mesmerizing…" he murmured, the word low, almost reverent. "So divine..."
