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Kai

I sat down, June still in my arms.

That was when she came alive.

She kissed my cheek—left, then right. Her lips trailed up to my right eye. I leaned back, moaning softly, closing my eyes, savoring the delicate pleasure of her kisses.

Forehead. Left eye. Left earlobe. Neck.

June was kissing me.

Not Dannie—whatever his name was. He was irrelevant right now. She had chosen me. Not him.

The competitive side of me couldn’t help but pat myself on the shoulder, congratulating the less confident part of me for winning June.

No air in my lungs.

I couldn’t breathe the more she kissed me.

No words in my mouth. Except her name.

I moaned her name. I wanted to tell her how much she meant to me, but nothing came out. I had always known what to say to a woman in bed. It was second nature to me. I always knew what to say, how to let a woman know they were beautiful, they were sexy. But right now? Nothing.

She was more than everything I had ever known.

So fucking beautiful.

So damn sexy.

Young me wouldn’t have survived a woman like her. She wasn’t the most gorgeous woman in the world—not even the most gorgeous woman I had been with.

But she was my dream woman.

Given time, any man could grow bored of the most stunning woman. But their dream woman? Never.

I sat there, mind completely blank. I was hers, completely hers. Whatever she wanted to do to me, whatever she wanted me to do to her.

Then the kisses stopped.

Or the nibbling.

Either way, my left earlobe wasn’t happy.

She sat up, one leg draped over mine before straddling my lap. With deliberate control, she lifted my chin with the tip of her finger, hunching over to press her lips to mine.

Breath left my lungs.

I cupped the back of her head, my mouth searching for air in hers.

Desperate.

My life depended on it.

She parted her lips further. Our tongues met.

Then came the explosion—hot, wet, messy. A storm of passion that went on for what felt like forever. Even if I wanted to stop, I couldn’t. Her mouth, her tongue, her scent, her taste—everything about her was so addictive. I wanted more. I needed more.

Greedy.

Like a starving puppy that could never be full.

My hands slid over her body, her skin radiating heat, an undeniable lust seeping between us, urging our bodies to connect.

Like two lost puzzle pieces that fit together perfectly.

Cliche, but true.

She moaned, the vibrations travelling through my mouth, up my brain, down my spine, and straight to my dick.

It was a signal.

My princess.

The woman of my dreams.

A moan escaped my throat in response to her call.

“I miss you.”

Words. Finally.

She ran her fingers through my hair and smiled.

“Unbutton me.”

I groaned in reply.

There was no zipper on her dress. Just three paokou buttons at the front. June arched back as I worked on the first one at her collar. It came undone quickly.

The second one wasn’t as cooperative. Who the hell designed these buttons? They were intricate, beautiful—but a nightmare to undo.

“Rip it.”

My cock hardened instantly.

I loved this side of her, the side that took control, commanded me.

Pop. Pop. I tore them apart as she commanded.

Her nipples strained against the thin, silky fabric of her dress. Damn these Chinese dresses—beautiful, elegant, but frustratingly obstructive.

I couldn’t wait.

I cupped her breasts, pressing my lips to the left, then to the right. I breathed in her scent—perfume, warmth, desire—and sucked.

Lick. Suck. Bite. Breathe.

My mouth busied itself as my hands pulled the dress over her head.

Then again—lick, suck, bite.

This time, without the fabric.

I dragged my tongue around her nipple, teasing, savoring. She arched back, her skin flushed, her breath uneven. Her nipple—red, the color of a kidney bean, and just as firm as an uncooked one.

So fucking sexy.

I held her close but not too tight.

I had always believed she was mine, that she would wait for me. That I just needed to be ready to sweep her off her feet.

Until I saw Dannie.

Until I saw the way he looked at her.

He saw her. Really saw her. The same way I did.

He saw what made her perfect, what made her a dream woman. And he wasn’t afraid to claim her.

He didn’t wait.

“Princess, baby,” I whispered, a sliver of insecurity creeping into my voice.

“Yes?” She played with my hair.

“Are you really here?”

“Of course.” She leaned in, her nose brushing against mine.

“It killed me, seeing you with him.”

“I’m…” She cupped my face, “sorry,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to my lips. “I thought it was a harmless favor,” she whispered against my skin, kissing my eye, “until I saw how sad you were.”

Our lips met again, a slow, unyielding collision of longing and desperation.

I wanted her.

Needed her. And I had to show her just how much.

I’d waited my entire life for her. Waited for the right time, for myself to be ready. But the last few hours had been the worst. The longest. The hardest. The most agonizing wait of my existence.

Now that she was finally mine, I couldn’t let go.

But tomorrow, I would have to leave her.

I wanted to stay.

Staying was easy.

Leaving was impossible.

But when had doing the impossible ever been a choice?

The night was still young, but dawn would come too soon, stealing her from me before I was ready.

I flipped June over, her bare skin pressing against the plush brown suede of the couch. Her breath hitched as she instinctively moved to cover herself—one hand over the center of her chest, the other hovering near her core.

“Don’t,” I murmured, gently grasping her wrists and easing them away, exposing her fully to my gaze.

“Then stop looking at me like that,” she whispered, voice trembling.

“Like what?”

“Like I’m the only thing you see.”

I leaned in, my lips brushing the nape of her neck before trailing lower. A kiss against her collarbone. Another between the valley of her breasts. A slow, reverent path down her torso—upper abs, middle, lower.

Her thighs parted.

Wide.

I pressed my lips to the delicate crest of her V.

Her scent—God, her scent. The warm, intoxicating musk that curled around my senses, undoing every last shred of control I had left.

I didn’t need to look to know she was soaked with anticipation.

How could I make her wait any longer?

I stuck my tongue out and licked.

She moaned.

That was the green light.

I licked again, this time savoring the taste that was uniquely hers—warm, intoxicating, utterly addictive.

“You’re so ready for me,” I murmured, my breath hot against her.

My tongue flicked over her clit, teasing, as my fingers trailed along the seam of her slick entrance before sliding inside. One finger. Then another. Parting her, stretching her.

“Oh God,” she groaned, her voice a broken whisper as my tongue circled her clit, my fingers curling, stroking that perfect spot deep inside her.

The fire in her eyes nearly undid me. I wanted to take her right then, to sink inside her and claim every inch of her. But then it would be over too quickly.

I wanted to savor her.

So I licked her again, drinking in the sweetness of her arousal. There was something almost creamy about it—like almond milk with a hint of something purely her. My lips wrapped around her clit as my fingers moved harder, faster, coaxing her closer to the edge.

Her hips jerked, instinctively moving against me, but she hesitated. She was holding back.

With one hand gripping her ass, I guided her forward, pressing her against my mouth. This was a dance, and she needed a lead.

And then she started responding.

Her breathing turned ragged, shallow yet desperate, every exhale laced with soft, breathy moans.

She tangled her fingers in my hair, tugging, pressing me closer, her movement shifting from hesitant to demanding. She rocked against my face, testing, teasing, chasing that high.

My cock throbbed inside my pants, aching for the attention my mouth was receiving. But this moment belonged to her.

I followed her lead, matching the rhythm she set, tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony.

She was in control.

I was merely here to worship her.

“Kai—oh God—” she growled, voice raw with pleasure. “What are you doing to me?”

She was close. So close.

I thrust my fingers deeper, faster, curling them just right, while my other hand gripped her ass, keeping her right where I wanted her.

Then, with a deep inhale, I sealed my mouth over her and devoured her, sucking every drop of her arousal as if it were the only thing keeping me alive.

And then?—

She shattered.

A cry tore from her lips, her entire body trembling as waves of pleasure crashed over her.

It was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard—raw, erotic, utterly intoxicating. No song, no melody in the world could compare.

I pressed a kiss to her forehead as she collapsed against the couch, breathless, shaking.

She was quiet for a moment. Then, in a hesitant whisper, she asked, “Was it… disgusting? My taste?”

I frowned, lifting her chin, but she turned her head away, refusing to meet my gaze.

“This is not your first time?” I asked softly, curiosity swirling in my mind. What made her ask that? Had I done something wrong? I had tasted her before and I knew June wasn’t a virgin.

She shook her head, avoiding my gaze. “I just… wasn’t sure I tasted good.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” I brushed my lips over her temple. “You taste like heaven.”

She threw a skeptical look at me, her eyes searching mine.

It hit me then—words weren’t enough.

What did heaven taste like?

I exhaled, shaking my head with a grin. “It’s hard to explain. Your scent, your taste—it drives me mad.”

“Oh?”

“Yes. Can you not tell?”

She knew exactly what I meant. Her gaze flickered downward, a slow, knowing smile curving her lips.

Leaning on her side, she pushed herself up and began undressing me—tie, jacket, shirt, belt, pants, underwear—each piece peeled away with deliberate care. Her eyes never left mine.