Fang Lee gently guided Meng onto the silk-covered bed, his touch both firm and deliberate, as if savoring every moment.
"I wonder if you'll taste exactly as I imagined," he murmured, his voice low and laced with quiet satisfaction.
Meng's breath was uneven, her chest rising and falling as she lay beneath him, wide eyes locked onto his with a mixture of wonder and uncertainty. She made no effort to resist—whether out of submission or curiosity, even she wasn't sure.
Fang Lee leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a slow, deliberate kiss. Their breaths mingled, warmth pooling between them as his tongue sought hers—teasing, exploring, claiming. The soft rustle of fabric and the quiet sound of their mingled breaths filled the air, the outside world fading into irrelevance.
For a moment, there was only this—the taste of her, the heat between them, and the unspoken promise lingering in the space where their bodies met.
His lips moved against Meng's with practiced ease, his touch growing bolder as his hands traced along her sides. His fingers found the delicate ties of her garment, working at them with deliberate patience. Each undone knot felt like the unraveling of a barrier, peeling away layers of silk and hesitation alike.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the last tie loosened.
Huff… huff…
Fang Lee pulled away, breathless, his chest rising and falling as he gazed down at Meng with a victorious smirk. The dim candlelight cast flickering shadows over her flushed face, her deep rosy blush betraying the storm of emotions coursing through her.
Meng panted even more heavily than him, her lips slightly parted, her wide eyes holding a mixture of shyness and something else—something she herself might not yet understand.
"Are you ready~?" Fang Lee's voice was a low whisper, smooth as silk yet laced with quiet anticipation.
His fingers moved with deliberate care as he slowly parted her upper garment, the delicate fabric slipping away to reveal the soft, unblemished curves beneath. The candlelight flickered over her porcelain skin, casting warm golden hues over her firm, rising chest.
Meng's breath hitched, her hands gripping the sheets beneath her as a deep flush spread across her cheeks. Her gaze wavered, torn between shyness and the silent pull of something she couldn't quite name.
Fang Lee's sharp green eyes darkened as he took in the sight before him, a slow, knowing smirk playing at his lips.
Leaning in, his breath brushed warmly against her skin as he lowered his lips to her exposed chest. His tongue flicked out, tracing the soft curve before he captured her peak between his lips, savoring the warmth and taste of her breast. His other hand moved with deliberate intent, kneading the untouched flesh in his palm, feeling the way she trembled beneath him.
Meng let out a soft, shaky breath, her fingers curling into the sheets as heat flooded through her. Every sensation was overwhelming—foreign yet intoxicating, making her heart race with something she could neither name nor resist.
Fang Lee's eyes flicked up to meet hers, watching every reaction with quiet satisfaction, as if drinking in the sight of her unraveling beneath his touch.
Meng's breath came in soft, uneven gasps as she lay beneath him, her body both tense and trembling. The dim glow of the lanterns cast shifting shadows over the wooden walls, their flickering light reflecting in his eyes—watching her, reading her, unraveling her.
She swallowed hard, her fingers gripping the silk sheets beneath her as his touch moved with deliberate care, exploring her as though she were some rare treasure he had just uncovered. Every brush of his fingertips sent a strange, unfamiliar heat spiraling through her, making her thighs press together instinctively.
"Why… why does my body feel this way?" she thought, her mind clouded with a mixture of confusion and something else—something deeper, something she wasn't sure she should allow.
Fang Lee's smirk deepened as he traced lazy patterns against her skin, every movement slow, intentional, teasing. She felt his fingers ghost over the waistband of her silk pants, the mere suggestion of what was to come making her breath hitch.
"This… this isn't proper… and yet…"
Her body refused to pull away. Instead, she found herself sinking into the warmth of his touch, a soft whimper escaping her lips as he pressed closer, his breath hot against her ear.
Meng squeezed her eyes shut, her heart hammering in her chest. She knew she should protest, should push him away—but the moment his fingers dipped just a little lower, tracing over fabric damp with unfamiliar longing, all thoughts of resistance melted away.
His breath came in ragged gasps, his patience unraveling as his hand slid into her garments, fingertips grazing against the warmth hidden beneath. A shudder passed through her, delicate and uncontrollable, as his touch explored the softness of her most intimate place.
Her breath hitched, a quiet gasp lost between them, as his other hand continued its slow worship of her body, tracing the curve of her chest with reverence. His lips followed, pressing lingering kisses against flushed skin, each touch sending heat coursing through her veins.
"I want to feel you completely, Meng~" His voice was barely above a whisper, but the hunger in his tone made her heart race.
She tensed slightly as he shifted, fingers working to undo the last barrier between them. Silk slid from her skin, pooling at her ankles, leaving her bare beneath his burning gaze. A deep, unspoken yearning flickered in his eyes—but instead of letting his desire consume him, he paused, as if savoring the moment—savoring her.
His fingers ghosted over her thigh, tracing the soft curve, sending shivers down her spine. Meng turned her face to the side, unable to meet his gaze, her body betraying her uncertainty with the way she trembled beneath him.
"Tell me, Meng… do you want this as much as I do?" he murmured, teasing yet patient, his lips brushing against her ear.
She swallowed, hesitating for only a moment before whispering a timid, "Y-yes..."
A slow, satisfied smirk curved Fang Lee's lips as he leaned in, his warmth pressing against hers. No more hesitation. No more barriers. Only the unspoken promise of what was to come.
Meng's heartbeat quickened, her chest rising and falling in an unsteady rhythm as she felt the weight of his presence above her. His touch—slow, deliberate—sent warmth spiraling through her limbs, igniting something deep within that she had never known before.
"You're trembling," Fang Lee murmured, his lips brushing against her forehead.
Meng swallowed, her fingers curling even tighter into the fabric beneath her. Was it fear? Or anticipation? She wasn't sure. But when she met his gaze—dark, intense, filled with burning desire—she felt an odd sense of comfort.
A silent understanding passed between them. Fang Lee's hand found hers, fingers intertwining as he pressed a soft kiss against her knuckles. His other hand traced the curve of her waist, lingering at the dip of her hip before continuing lower.
A sharp breath escaped her lips as his touch sent shivers down her spine—but she didn't pull away. Instead, she found herself leaning into him, her body responding in ways her mind had yet to understand.
"I'll be gentle," he whispered, his voice a hushed promise against her skin.
Meng closed her eyes, surrendering to the warmth that enveloped her. In that moment, beneath the dim lantern light and the whispers of the night breeze, the world outside ceased to exist.