With a single, sacred sigh, Parker entered her—slow, steady, like a vow whispered through eternity. Her arms wrapped around his back, nails biting into his skin, not out of desperation but reverence—like she needed to etch the moment into his flesh. He barely registered the sting.
"AHH—PARK~—"
All he felt was the way her pussy closed around his cock, clenching with a silken grip, her warmth wrapping around his hardness like a paradise that refused to let him go.
Balance shifted. Existence bent. And Zhang Ruoyun—fierce, unbending Zhang—softened beneath him like fire melting into stars.
He didn't move. Not yet. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, letting the heat of his lips spread across her face, to her cheeks, her ears, her throat. Every touch drew out a sigh, a moan—notes of longing that sang of all the lifetimes she'd waited for this to be real. And here, in this life, it was.
