His lips found hers again, slower now, deeper, deliberate.
The kind of kiss that demanded surrender, not through strength, but through certainty and skill.
Tang Fei's hands rose to his shoulders, the protest that formed on her tongue dissolving as his touch traced the line of her back, fingertips pressing against her spine in a way that made her arch into him.
He drew her closer until the faintest space between them vanished entirely.
When he finally pulled back, his thumb brushed her lower lip, swollen from his kisses, his breath steady while hers trembled and fractured.
"Next time you push me," he said quietly, eyes dark but soft, holding universes of promise, "remember that I won't let you stop halfway."
Her reply was a whisper against his chest, feeling the steady thunder of his heart. "I don't want to."
