Hajin took it slowly, truly slowly. The slowest he ever did with anyone.
He savored the kiss, every little tremble of the lips, and how the fingers tracing his figure jolted a little bit when his tongue grazed her palate. It was bliss, more so because he knew it was only temporary.
Just for one night, she said.
Hajin had every confidence of making the woman he slept with beg for next time, but not with this one. His master, his princess, his goddess; the one chasing away his nightmares, was a delicate piece of art. Her mind and soul were made of glass, to be handled with care and all of his heart.
So he savored it, every kiss and touch, moving carefully so she wouldn't get startled by his weight. He held her nape, fingers gently hovering over her pulse to check her condition, listening to her breathing closely, even while they were stealing each other's breath.
