*Ling Yue's POV*
The sound of running water in the bathroom stops.
A few moments later, the door opens, sending a cloud of warm, scented steam drifting out into the bedroom.
I don't move. I stay flat on my back, my bare chest rising and falling in slow, measured breaths as I stare at the crystal droplets on the chandelier overhead. My body still hums with that heavy, liquid exhaustion. The skin on my wrists is raw, my inner thighs are burning, and the bite on my shoulder throbs with every beat of my heart.
My body hums with that deep heat that always follows our sessions.
In fact, as my senses clear, I realize something infuriating: Jin Hao had actually gone easy on me tonight.
