̶"Feel how *hard* I am for you?" Ming Ji murmured, letting his hand rest just there—heat radiating through the fabric. "All of this… *for you.* And it's all going to be inside you soon."
Jin let out a shaky breath, hips bucking forward on instinct.
"*God,* you're eager," Ming Ji chuckled, voice thick with desire. "But patience, baby… I want to make sure you're ready to take every damn inch."
"We're going to take this slow," he continued, "because I don't want to hurt you."
Jin felt like he was going to *explode* in his hands. Slow was the *last* thing he wanted, but it was still *Ming Ji.* He would always be patient, damn him.
"I'm going to take my time with you," he murmured, voice rough and dark. "I'm going to make *sure* you're ready, take you to the very edge… and make you wait."
