บท 747: Mu Zhen 8

Whoa…breathe, Fenju. Please, breathe.

"Like you now, " He whispered the rest.

"I want the real thing. I want you underneath me. I want to get off with you." His eyes never left mine.

He did not let go of my chin either. He held me firm and made me acknowledge his words.

"Why, Mu Zhen?"

His thumb flicked out and brushed my jaw.

"Why does anyone want anything? It's just how I react to you," His eyes rolled over me and got that smoky look in them.

"Come home with me. Be with me tonight," He demands.

"Okay," My heart pounded so hard I was sure he could hear it.

And just like that I agreed to something that I knew would be life changing. For me, it would be.

The instant the word left my lips I witnessed Mu Zhen close his eyes for just the briefest flicker. And then it was all a flurry of activity and purpose setting the pace from there. So everything in sharp contrast to the sensual conversation we'd just been having.