Author's Note: This one is for my naughty yet loyal and amazing readers, Cynthia and Kim. I see you and love you!
Han was sprawled on the bed, sweat dripping from his hairline, chest rising and falling like he'd just fought a war. But the real war was only just beginning. I hovered above him, staring down at that maddeningly perfect face flushed, unraveled, and so damn beautiful in his weakness.
I didn't say a word. My hands traced the hard line of his jaw, the sharp cut of his collarbones. The dim lamp behind us cast gold over his body, highlighting every line of muscle, every tattoo, every twitch of his skin under my fingertips. He was tense. Waiting. Breath hitched.
"I want to see you fall apart for me," I said, voice low, husky.
