“Since when?”
“A little while,” she admits, heat spreading across her cheeks. “After I went to see my doctor, we talked about, um... options. But if you don’t want to—”
“I want to,” he says quickly. “But only if you’re sure you want me.”
“I’m sure. Do you want me?”
“I’d want you in a million different lifetimes, Eden. Without question.”
She leans in and captures his mouth, sucking languidly on his bottom lip.
His hands are careful but greedy, grasping at her like some kind of lifeline. Eden loses herself in his touch, in the strength of his arms and the way his moans vibrate straight through her and leave her breathless. She huffs a sigh of relief when he finally shimmies out of his pants, long, hard cock nudging her inner thighs. Her heart beats so hard, she can feel her pulse in the tips of her fingers and toes.
She wants this.
She wants him.
Now and forever.
Shang lifts her into the shower, presses her right up against the tile. The shower’s been going long enough that it doesn’t come as a cold shock. Eden hooks a leg over his hip, eager to feel him inside her. He looks so fucking handsome, hair wet and clinging to his face and neck. Eden used to laugh at books that described a person’s skin as glistening, but not anymore. She gets it now.
She can’t believe that he’s all hers.
He kisses her, lips slotting into place. He sweeps his fingers over her folds, teasing her entrance.
“So nice and wet for me,” he hums. “I’m going to make you feel so fucking good, sweetheart. Would you like that? Want me to fill you up?”
Eden shivers, electricity arcing from nerve to nerve. “Y-yes. Yes, Shang, I do.”
He rubs the head of his cock against her clit, torturously teasing. “I don’t know. What do good girls say if they want my cock?”
“Please,” Eden almost shouts. “Please, I want—”
“Use your words. Come on, sweetheart. I know you can do it.”
“I want your cock in me,” she whines. “Fuck me like you own me—”
A loud moan rips itself from her throat as Shang presses into her. Splits her open.
Stretches her to the fullest.
It feels so good, it’s almost blinding. All she can focus on is the way he thrusts in and out of her, makes her take his full length just to pull back and do it all over again. The sound of wet skin on skin drives her up the wall, but nothing makes her lose it quite like the way Shang grunts with each snap of his hips.
Feral. An animal. A man on a mission.
“‘Like you own me,’” he growls. “You really know how to drive me fucking crazy, Eden.”
“Shang—”
“What is it, sweetheart? Don’t tell me I’m too much for you.”
“No, never. I want—”
“What? You want what? You close already?”
Eden both loves and hates the pride in his voice. “Cocky bastard,” she murmurs, too dizzy to see straight.
He grins. “Yep, that’s me. This cocky bastardownsyou and your tight little pussy. Look how well you take me, sweetheart. Like you were made for me.”
