Jiang Yuxi's POV
I blink my eyes open, my body sinking into the plush mattress beneath me, my muscles sore in a way they've never been before.
Every nerve feels alive, overly sensitized, as if my entire being has been rewritten in a single night.
She went on for hours.
And by hours, I mean actual hours.
Hours.
I begged her to stop, to let me catch my breath, but she had only laughed against my skin, whispering that I could take more.
And I had.
I exhale, running a shaky hand through my tousled hair, trying to gather my scattered thoughts.
I've never felt like this after being with someone before.
My past experiences have always been straightforward—just physical, just a release. But this? This was something else entirely.
It wasn't just about pleasure.
It was the way she touched me, like she was memorizing me.
The way she whispered my name, as if it was something sacred.
The way she looked at me, as if she could see through me, past every mask I'd ever worn.
