Chapter 11

CHAPTER ELEVEN

MAY

I woke with a stretch and a groan. The area between my thighs was sore. Muscle sore. Skin sore. Just sore.

Fingers brushed over my back soothingly, pausing to rub a little deeper whenever I groaned in appreciation. He melted any tension from me with his expert touch.

"Do you hurt?" Hejun asked softly.

"Yep. A little," I said, rolling toward his bare chest. "How about you? Are you hurting anywhere?"

I kissed his nipple, and his comforting touch faltered.

"A little. My cock aches every time I think of your mouth on me."

I giggled. Me. The woman who'd lost her reason to laugh when the world fell apart. But, because of Hejun, the incredible man who'd rocked my world throughout the night, I'd found a reason again.

His fingers drifted down to my bare ass, gently kneading it for a moment.

"I think of your mouth often," he said.

I grinned and tipped my head back to look up at him with a grin.

"Then I should probably help you with that," I said.

Was my jaw sore from giving so much head? Not really. He never took too long. And the way he reacted when I went down on him always sent a thrill through me.

"On your back," I said with a slight push.

He immediately obliged.

"What do you like best?" I asked as I moved down his body.

"I like when you look at me," he said. "So I can watch your eyes."

"My eyes?" I asked, kissing the tip of his cock.

He made a pained face and placed his hands behind his head so he could better see what I was doing.

"Yes. Your eyes show what you feel. They were filled with sadness when you first spoke to me yesterday. But each time we pleasure each other, that sadness dims further. I see a light in your eyes now. A hunger and a happiness. It makes it difficult to hold back my release, but I crave seeing it."

He was paying more attention than I'd thought possible, noticing subtle changes in me that I'd barely noticed.

"I like seeing you lose control and knowing I'm the one responsible for it," I admitted.

Holding his gaze, I slid my mouth over him, wetting his length then taking him deep. His expression alternated between tortured and blissed out. He thrust lightly into my mouth once before catching himself and holding still. Feeling bold, I brushed my fingers between his legs and hefted his balls in my hand.

He started babbling and only lasted another second after that.

I grinned as I swallowed, pretty pleased with myself.

The second he finished twitching in my mouth, he pulled me up and planted me on his face.

I moaned as his tongue speared me.

"Turn me around," I said. "I want to show you something."

He spun me around on his face, and when I leaned forward to take him into my mouth again, he made a sound like he'd just discovered Santa was real.

The man was a machine and would have been happy to stay like that forever. I had to tap out first, though. After a long night with frequent intervals of pleasure, I didn't have the energy or strength to keep going.

He didn't get angry that I asked for a break. Instead, he washed me like he had the day before and fed me again, watching me like I was the most precious thing in the world.

"I like this," I said between bites.

"I will make this for you every day," he promised.

I studied him.

"Not the food. This. Us. What if I told you I didn't want to leave after the experiment was done?" I asked. "That I wanted to keep living with you, being together like this."

He paused with the fork halfway to my mouth.

"I would be very happy," he said. "I do not want to let you go, May. But if you want to leave, I will not force you to stay."

I smiled and took the next bite from him, wondering if he understood how important that was to me. The man before me was something I never thought I'd find. Understanding. Kind. Gentle. Adoring. Loving.

"Good," I said. "And I do like the breakfast you made. I just like you more."

He blinked at me. It was something I'd noticed the fey did a lot whenever they were confused and didn't know how to answer. Eden told me Ghua sometimes did it when she gave him an answer he didn't like. Such as no sex for the rest of the day.

So, was he confused, or did he not like my interest in him?

"A word of advice for the future women you run into. If you don't want them to like you, don't wash their hair for them, make them meals, rub their backs… Maybe they won't fall as hard for you as I did."

"Fall?" he echoed with another blink.

I was definitely picking up confused vibes. Stealing the spoon from him, I set it aside and held his hands. His thumbs immediately began caressing the backs of my hands.

"I like you, Hejun. I like the way you wash me. The way you cook for me. The way you touch me. It's comforting and shows me how much you care. And I like the way you watch me, seeing every little thing. You don't see my flaws but my beauty. In your gaze, I feel treasure beyond measure."

"You are," he said.

"And so are you. I've been with men who have treated me like garbage. I know what I don't want. You're what I want, Hejun. You. I like you so much that I want to stay with you after this experiment is over. If you'll have me."

His gaze dipped to our joined hands. I could see the disbelief he was trying to hide.

"I think you're worth loving for a lifetime, Hejun."