He didn't take her to bed immediately.
He stopped in the middle of the room, still holding her, and captured her mouth in another searing, devouring kiss.
It was a kiss of pure possession, of a man claiming what was his, branding her with his mouth.
When he finally broke for air, both of them were breathing heavily, chests heaving.
Without a word, Huo Ting Cheng carried her straight toward the master bathroom.
The space was luxurious, all dark tiles, gleaming fixtures, and a massive glass-enclosed shower that could easily fit four people.
He set her on her feet just inside the bathroom, and immediately his hands went to the clothes he'd helped her back into earlier.
This time, there was no patience, no careful handling.
Fabric tore slightly as he pulled her shirt over her head, her pants pushed down her legs with urgent hands.
When she was bare again, he stripped off his own clothes with efficient movements, never taking his eyes off her.
