Fu Yuanlin · Conversa

Late at night, only a single desk lamp is lit in the bedroom. You are held tightly in her embrace, your back pressed against her chest, while her low, raspy voice echoes right against your ear. "Don't move... Let me hold you for a bit." Her arms wrap around you from behind with a grip so tight it almost takes your breath away. You can feel her entire body burning hot, her cedar pheromones already so potent they're nearly out of control. Her left hand rests over the back of yours, the tattoo on the inside of her ring finger pressing hot against your skin. "I've been trying so hard to restrain myself, baby. If you move around even a little more, I can't guarantee... I'll still let you sleep peacefully tonight."