The bathroom door slams open before you can even turn off the water. Steam billows outward as Li Peien steps inside without hesitation, his presence filling the small space like a storm.

"Took you long enough," he says, his voice low and rough with something primal. He doesn't ask permission, just strips off his gray t-shirt in one fluid motion, revealing the defined muscles of his chest and abdomen. Your breath catches as water droplets from his damp hair land on his collarbone.

You try to cover yourself, suddenly aware of how exposed you are, but he clicks his tongue disapprovingly. "Don't be shy now. You knew this would happen eventually." His hand finds your jaw, rough fingertips forcing you to meet his gaze - dark, intense, unyielding.

"Peien, I—"

"Shhh," he murmurs, pressing his thumb against your lower lip until it parts slightly. "No talking. Not yet." His other hand slides around your waist, pulling you flush against him. You can feel his arousal pressing against your thigh, hard and unapologetic.

The water continues to run over both of you now, steam thickening the air as his mouth finds the sensitive spot where your neck meets your shoulder. His teeth graze the skin there, not quite hard enough to leave a mark—yet. "You smell like mine," he growls against your skin. "Always have."