Heat exploded in your head as Bi Han's lips closed your mouth. As if he had been waiting years for this, he swallowed every sound your body gave him.

Your arms lifted, hands travelling over his broad shoulders, up his neck to the back of his head where fingers tangled in the waves of his black hair. His breath trembled slightly as you pulled on the strands.

He immediately pulled the leg you had wrapped around him closer to him. His crotch pressed against yours. Exhaling deeply, you tried to break away from the kiss for air but he gently caught your lower lip between his teeth.

It tasted like the first ice cream of summer, felt cold like a blizzard raging outside closed windows. At the same time, every inch of your body seemed to be on fire.

His hands burned finger by finger into your (S/C) skin, wanting to immortalise themselves so that everyone could see who you belonged to.

"Bi Han...", you sighed against his lips.

He released you, the tip of his tongue running over the reddened flesh at the corners of your mouth.

Slowly, as if he wanted to give you all the time in the world to change your mind, he pressed your back into the pillows while his massive body made room between your legs. You opened willingly, placing kisses on his neck and lips.

A familiar weight rested against your chest as he placed his arms at your sides. He kissed you again, but this time there was a desire that he could no longer resist.

His tongue made its way between your lips, slowly stroking the ridges until you finally allowed him to explore your mouth.

Your tongues met. The touch was burning and gentle, so familiar but different at the same time.

He was no longer the young man he was back then and you were no longer the same woman. You had changed, in body as well as in spirit.

Nevertheless, you couldn't help but sigh as he let his full weight sink into your lap. Your tongues played with each other. He was firm but not rough. All he wanted was to have you all to himself.

Saliva dripped from the corner of your mouth as he pulled back. Two breaths hung heavily in the air. Your cheeks glowed.

The brown of his eyes was like two black coals in the night. A strange thought, because it was Kuai Liang who was always associated with fire.

Bi Han was the icy, silent one. He was like the winter that took you by surprise, brought you to your knees and then left you alone and freezing to death.

But not at that moment.

That night, with you, he couldn't have been warmer. Ultimately, even the grandmaster of the Lin Kuei was just a man. And he yearned to have you all to himself.

Everything and without exception just for himself.

He wouldn't have to share you in his bed with anyone, wouldn't have to hold back when his brother smiled at you or Tomas dragged out the conversation with too many questions.

No, this was all his. And he would enjoy it for as long as you allowed him to.

You looked at him through heavy eyelashes, your eyes clouded with lust. Your chest rose and fell in quick movements.

It was hard to tell how he was feeling at that moment. Only two things made it clear that waiting was torture: the heaviness of his eyelids and the unmistakable pressure of his growing hardness between your thighs.

You moved underneath him.

His cock twitched under the thin layer of fabric of his underwear. It rubbed against your pulsating flesh. You breathed out shakily. Hands travelled along your sides, grabbed you by the hips and pulled you further down, closer to him.

Inhaling sharply, you squeezed your eyes shut and pressed your head back into the pillows. As he bent over you, his breath tickled your neck.

"Mûdān.", the word sent lightning through your veins, followed by a soft moan as he glided his tongue over the sensitive skin.

The surface was rough. Without thinking about it, you pressed your hips into him. Growling, Bi Han buried his face in the crook of your neck.

Your hands wandered over his shoulders again, this time savouring every nook and cranny of the smooth skin, pushing into his neck.

Chucking softly, you dragged your fingernails across his back like claws. Or at least as far down as your arms could reach. Deep red streaks remained on his tanned skin.

A warning sound got stuck in his throat, deep and quivering. You lolled under him like a cat, pressing your hips further into his to feel the sweet pressure of his cock between your legs.

You could feel everything getting wet, the heat almost making you forget the feeling of liquid dripping over your sensitive skin.

"Don't be a prude now.", you breathed into his ear, your breath hot. "I remember what you like, grandmaster."

Teasingly, you let the tip of your tongue trace the shell of his ear. His whole body trembled.

For the first time in a few minutes he lifted his head, the brown of his eyes so full of lust that it seemed he couldn't see properly. His grip on your hips loosened and as he leaned back, his weight disappearing from you, a small sound of disappointment escaped you.

Breathing heavily, he now sat upright between your legs, his black hair falling like a waterfall down to his shoulders.

Your eyes met and for a brief moment you felt ashamed. But then he raised a hand. You gasped in surprise.

With two fingers, he pressed gently but teasingly against the swollen flesh in your middle. Arousal had already dyed the fabric of your underwear a dark colour. Wetness covered his fingertips.

Tilting his head, Bi Han held your gaze as he skilfully pulled back the elastic band and slid his fingers over your steaming hot pussy.

A surprised gasp escaped your lips. Your hips arched up towards him as if of their own accord. He smiled contentedly.

"Still like honey between my fingers.", his voice was rough with excitement. "How long I've missed your sweetness."

He gently pushed the rosy folds apart, letting both fingers slide lengthwise through the wetness. Then he slid one inside you.