Su Sheng thought he was done.
She lay on the bed, trembling—Her body curled like a wind-wrecked flower.Wings still wrapped around her waist, her lips still quivering, her eyes damp and red at the corners.
But he hadn't moved away.
Instead, he leaned down again—Kissing the marks he'd left on her back.
One by one.Slowly.As if trying to soothe the heat he himself had carved into her.
"Yu… enough…" Her voice was hoarse, her fingers trembling.
"I said," he murmured, lifting her gently and turning her over in his arms,
"Just one more time."
"Didn't you ask me once—if golden eagles are beasts?"
She blinked, dazed, her eyes glazed with exhaustion and tears.
He kissed her collarbone, and unfurled his wings once more—Cocooning her entirely.
"Let me show you the answer."
This time—
He entered her like a whisper.No longer fierce, but impossibly deep.Painfully slow.Each motion mapped to the exact curve of her—every nerve, every tremor, every hidden place she hadn't known could feel like this.
She was wrapped in him—wings, heat, shadow.As if a divine creature had stolen her into the heavens, and refused to let her fall.
"Is it that you don't want to marry a beast?" he murmured at her ear, teeth brushing her skin.
She tried to answer.But his rhythm shattered her breath.
"Say something," he kissed her,
"If you don't… I'll take it as a yes."
"Yu…" she whimpered.
"Good girl," he whispered.
"Say it again."
She sobbed between gasps. "You're a beast…"
He laughed quietly—kissed the corner of her eye, soft as starlight.
"I know.""But I'll be a beast for you—and no one else."
His wings trembled.Shadows flickered across the walls—two bodies entangled, locked in the silhouette of flight and surrender.
He took her a second time.
Slower.Deeper.More possessive.Not just of her body—but her silence, her breath, her shivering answers.
She cried and gasped.He kissed and coaxed.
And when she finally melted into him, only soft sobs left on her lips—
He cradled her to his chest, wrapped her in his wings, and whispered:
"Don't be afraid.The wings are full now.They won't fly tonight."
She made a faint sound, barely lifting her head.
He smiled.
Pressed his forehead to hers.
"Sleep now, little archer."
"Until dawn…I'm not letting go."