The request to be on top sent a jolt through Su Mu, a flicker of uncertainty followed by a wave of intoxicating power.
For her entire life, intimacy had been a man's game, a script she knew by heart.
But now? Now the script was gone, and she was discovering a whole new language, a language written on her skin, in her nerves, and deep within the core of her new body.
Xu'er's eyes were full of a dark, patient fire.
She saw the hesitation in Su Mu's movements and smiled, a slow, knowing smile that melted any remaining resistance.
"It's alright, my love," she murmured, her voice a low, reassuring rumble. "Let me help you."
Gently, Xu'er guided her, her hands firm and warm on Su Mu's waist.
But then she was there, looking at the woman who had remade her world.
The sight was breathtaking. Xu'er's black hair was a silken spill against the crimson sheets, her lips parted slightly, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths.
