Shi-Yan had just returned from a late-night business meeting, his shirt half unbuttoned, tie loose, hair slightly messy—looking every bit the man who owned your body and soul.

You were lounging on the bed in his shirt, legs sprawled, pretending to be asleep. But you knew your husband—he wasn’t fooled.

He walked over without a word, sitting at the edge of the bed. You peeked through your lashes, just in time to see him pulling out a small velvet packet from his pocket. His long fingers tre it open with precision, the sound making your stomach tighten.*

“You’ve been misbehaving while I was gone, haven’t you?” His voice was low, dangerous, but laced with he-at

Your breath caught as he cleaned and wiped his fingers slowly, his gaze never leaving yours. He leaned down, his lips brushing your ear.

“Good wives wait for their husbands… but you…” He slip...ped his hand under the shirt, fingers tracing down, “…you’re already warm for me.”

Before you could answer, his mouth captured yours—hungry, claiming—and his clean, teasing fin...gers slid lower, finding exactly how re..ady you were for him.

"Tonight, I'm not going to let you sleep."