Chapter 57 : Please, just a taste. I’ll beg for it even

Shirley's fingers trembled against his skin, but not from hesitation, rather, from the sheer weight of what she was doing. Of what she was choosing. 

Lumian remained still, unmoving beneath her touch, his unreadable eyes fixed on her. The water cascaded over them, drowning out everything but the sound of their breathing. 

Her hands, once hesitant, moved with newfound certainty. 

She trailed her fingertips lower, feeling the tautness of his muscles, the undeniable heat radiating from his skin. She wasn't sure what she expected, resistance, indifference, some hint of restraint, but Lumian only watched her, his smirk a ghost of amusement. 

He was letting her take the lead. 

That realization sent a strange thrill through her. 

Shirley swallowed hard, her pulse quickening. 

Her past had left her numb to the idea of intimacy, but with Lumian, it was different. This was hers to claim, hers to take—not something stolen or forced.