Sanlang's hand was a solid weight against the small of her back as he guided her out of the restaurant, his touch effortless, yet undeniably possessive.
Noor followed, but her mind wasn't here.
But he was watching the way the city lights flickered against her sharp jawline, the way her scent—something dark and spiced—wrapped around her like a whispered promise.
But her thoughts slipped.
Somewhere distant. Somewhere even she couldn't grasp.
He noticed.
His grip on her tightened just slightly.
His gaze flicked to her, unreadable in the dim streetlights.
For the rest of the drive, he didn't say a word.
By the time they reached his penthouse, the silence had transformed into something else entirely.
Sanlang swiped the key card, and the door clicked open. Noor stepped in first, only to be met with a vision of gold and shadows.
The flickering glow of candlelight painted the sleek interior in warm, sinful hues. Scarlet rose petals lay scattered over the floor, the scent rich and intoxicating. The air smelled of something darker—something rich, musky, unmistakably him.
The moment the door shut, he was on her.
Noor barely had time to react before her back hit the wall. Her breath caught as his body caged her in, surrounding her, drowning her.
"Where were you just now?" His voice was rough, a warning wrapped in silk.
Noor's pulse skittered.
Sanlang's fingers dragged along her jaw, slow and deliberate. "You weren't with me." His lips barely brushed her cheek, his breath hot and demanding. "I don't like that."
Sanlang's eyes, dark and filled with a fervent longing, locked onto Noor. Without a word, he pulled her close, their bodies pressed together as he rested his forehead against hers, while tracing the curves of her body, His breath was hot and heavy against her skin. "Do you have any idea how much I've missed you, Noor?" he murmured, his voice a low growl. "Tonight, there is no escape."
The touch sent a sharp shiver down her spine.
His fingers curled under her chin, forcing her to look at him.
"I don't like it at all."
And then—he kissed her.
Sanlang kissed her like he was branding her, like he was erasing every lingering thought that wasn't him.
His lips crashed against hers, rough and demanding, a collision of heat and hunger.
Noor gasped, but he devoured the sound.
One hand fisted in her hair, holding her in place as he deepened the kiss, the other? Lower. Wrapping around her waist, dragging her flush against him.
She felt him—all of him.
And god help her, she shuddered.
Sanlang felt it.
A satisfied growl rumbled in his chest. His mouth left hers only to roam lower.
A slow, wicked bite at her jaw.
The scrape of his teeth just below her ear.
His breath, rough and uneven, ghosted over her throat. His lips traced the pulse hammering beneath her skin, taunting, tasting.
"See, baby?" His voice was silk wrapped around steel.
"I told you—I'll ruin every thought that isn't me."
And then—he kissed her again.
With a swift, decisive movement, he lifted her effortlessly into his arms, holding her close against his chest. His touch was both possessive and tender as he carried her through the luxurious setting, each step filled with a sense of urgent need.
Sanlang's gaze remained fixed on her, his expression a blend of obsession and adoration. He set her down gently in his bedroom, a room equally adorned with the soft light of candles and the heady scent of roses.
He then presented her with a gift: a striking black sheer dress, adorned with intricate lace that barely concealed her form.
Noor hesitated, glancing at the dress with a mix of surprise and unease. "I'm not sure it will fit."
Sanlang's eyes flared—something dark, something dangerous. He stepped closer, his presence like a storm closing in.
His fingers curled around her waist, his grip firm.
"You'll wear it," he murmured, his voice a velvet command. "Feed my eyes tonight."
His lips brushed her ear, a whisper of breath against her skin. "I want every part of you."
Noor's breath hitched, feeling the intensity of his gaze and the weight of his words.
Sanlang sat at the piano, his fingers gliding over the keys, lost in the melody, yet his thoughts were tethered to her. Dressed in a somber black silk shirt and pants, his disheveled hair.
Then—the door creaked open.
His fingers stilled.
His breath caught.
Noor stepped out.
And for a moment, Sanlang forgot how to breathe.
She was a vision. No—more than that. She was desire incarnate. A goddess in sheer black lace, her body sculpted from midnight and sin.
The fabric clung to her, teasing and revealing in a way that ignited something primal in him.
His gaze roamed—slow, hungry. The plunging neckline, the smooth expanse of her back, the sheer fabric skimming her thighs.
His pulse thundered.
His need for her burned through every inch of his being.
"Noor..."
It was barely a whisper.
He reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face, his touch lingering, his breath shallow.
"You are…" His voice faltered, rough with longing. "Beyond anything I've ever seen."
His hand slid down her neck, grazing her collarbone, tracing her curves like a man worshiping something sacred.
"Do you know what you do to me?" he murmured against her ear, his breath searing her skin.
His fingers traced the lace over her waist, his grip tightening. "You drive me insane."
His lips hovered near hers, teasing, taunting.
"You'll wear this dress for me and no one else." His voice was dark, edged with possession. "Not like this. Not with your beauty laid bare. You are mine tonight. Every inch of you."
His hands slid lower. Over the lace. Over her hips.
Noor's breath hitched.
Sanlang felt it.
His satisfaction was a slow, sinful smile against her skin.
His lips brushed her ear.
"You're mine," he whispered, his voice like fire licking over her senses.
Then, kneeling before her, his fingers traced the delicate skin of her ankle. He lifted her foot to his lips, pressing a kiss there—reverent.
Noor shivered.
He fastened a delicate anklet around her ankle, his fingers lingering, stroking over her skin.
A kiss at her calf.
Another at her thigh.
Noor sucked in a breath.
Sanlang rose, taking his time, his lips whispering promises along her body.
His hands reached her exposed back, tracing the delicate curve of her spine, fingers brushing just above her neck. With a possessive grip, he pulled her closer, his hand sliding up to the nape of her neck. Slowly, he tangled his fingers in her hair, and with one firm motion, he pulled her hair free, letting it cascade down her back like silk.
He lowered his hand, caressing her neck, his fingers grazing her collarbone, sending shivers through her body. He paused there for a moment, savoring the feel of her skin beneath his touch, before his hand continued its downward path.
His grip tightened as his hand moved to her waist, feeling the softness of her curves. Then, without warning, both his hands moved to her ass, grabbing it firmly. He squeezed her flesh, his desire evident in the possessive way he held her. He released, only to grab again, his breathing growing heavier, the heat between them undeniable.
His body pressed closer, and there was no hiding the evidence of his need for her, his desire straining against his lower half. His gaze burned into hers, dark and hungry, as he held her close.
Sanlang pulled away slightly, his breath uneven as he gazed into Noor's eyes, the hunger and obsession clear in his darkened stare. Without a word, he took her hand.
He led her slowly to the plush couch. As she sat down, her heart raced, aware of the growing tension between them.
Kneeling before her, Sanlang's eyes never left hers, his fingers tracing the line of her ankle with a tenderness that made her pulse quicken. He lifted her foot with such care, as if holding something sacred, and brought it to his lips. The kiss he placed on her skin was soft, lingering, sending a shiver up her leg. The intensity of the moment made Noor's breath catch in her throat, her body responding involuntarily to his touch.
He opened a small velvet box from the table, revealing a delicate anklet. His fingers brushed against her skin as he secured it around her ankle, each stroke of his hand almost reverent. When he kissed the spot where the anklet now lay, his lips were warm, and Noor felt a soft moan escape her lips, her body betraying her cool exterior.
Sanlang's gaze darkened further, the desire visible in every inch of him. His lips trailed upward, soft kisses on her calf, his breath hot against her skin. He reached her thigh, hesitating for just a second before rising slightly. His fingers slid into her hair, brushing it back from her ear. With his lips so close to her, he whispered, his voice husky with need, "You are mine, Noor. Only mine."
He kissed her ear, the sensation sending a shock of heat through her. Then he gently bit her earlobe, drawing a sharp intake of breath from her as her body trembled under the intensity.
Noor felt herself melting into him. Sanlang retrieved a pair of diamond earrings, his fingers grazing her neck as he secured them in place. His lips followed his fingers, tracing the elegant curve of her neck with gentle kisses, each one deeper than the last. Noor's moans were soft but undeniable, her body arching ever so slightly towards him.
Sanlang's lips moved lower, his tongue grazing her collarbone, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. Her skin burned where he touched, and her heart raced as she fought to keep her composure. He reached for another velvet box, lifting a delicate necklace from within and placing it around her neck. His fingers brushed against her throat as he clasped it, and he leaned in to kiss the hollow of her neck, savoring the warmth of her skin.
Noor's breathing became shallow, each touch setting her on fire. Sanlang's lips hovered just above her skin, teasing, taunting. His hands slid down to one of hers, his fingers intertwining with hers as he brought her arm to his lips.
Opening another box, Sanlang took out a stunning diamond bracelet, placing it gently around her wrist. But instead of pulling away, he leaned in, pressing another kiss to her wrist, lingering there as Noor's soft moans filled the room.
Her body trembled with each of his touches, her mind clouded with desire as his every move drove her deeper into this intoxicating spell.
Sanlang's voice, deep and full of command, whispered against her skin, "Do you feel that, Noor? You are consuming me." His hands, now trembling slightly with desire, moved to the small of her back, pulling her closer. "I need you tonight…."
Finally, Sanlang woke from his trance, his eyes still heavy with desire, and slowly knelt in front of Noor. The soft candlelight flickered around them, casting shadows across his face as he reached out and gently took her left hand in his. His touch was reverent.
Without breaking eye contact, Sanlang slipped a hand into his pocket, pulling out a beautiful diamond ring that shimmered in the light. He held it between his fingers, his gaze lingering on Noor as though he might devour her with his eyes alone. His voice, low and husky, broke the silence.
Then—he slid a ring onto her finger.
"Tonight," he whispered, his voice trembling with something deep, something consuming, "I vow to worship you—your body, your soul—until the end of time."
His lips brushed over her knuckles.
"You're mine, Noor. And no one else will ever touch you the way I do."
His gaze darkened further as he placed another kiss, this time on her wrist, and then slowly, deliberately, he leaned forward, pressing his lips to the inside of her palm.
"I will cherish you," he murmured against her skin, "not just as a lover, but as the very essence of my being. You are my everything."
The weight of his words hung in the air, filled with unspoken vows , an overwhelming promise of devotion.
His eyes, still burning with a fierce intensity, looked up at her from where he knelt, and with a deep, almost possessive hunger, "There is no one else, Noor. There never will be. I am yours, forever."
Noor's smile was all the acceptance Sanlang needed. It was subtle, but it was enough—her eyes gave him what he had been longing for.
Sanlang's chest filled with possessive satisfaction. He slowly knelt again, lifting her foot gently, reverently. His lips found her skin, and he placed a tender kiss on the top of her foot, his mouth lingering before moving upward, trailing a slow, deliberate path. As he kissed his way higher, his tongue brushed lightly against her skin, teasing her flesh with burning desire. His lips found the sensitive skin of her thigh, and he paused there, placing a gentle, possessive kiss.
The air between them thickened, tension palpable, as he lifted her into his arms once again. His grip was strong, commanding, yet full of care as he carried her toward the piano bench. He sat down, pulling her into his lap, turning her to face him. His hands rested on her waist, holding her tightly against him, his breath hot against her skin.
His gaze burned into hers, dark and unrelenting.
"There is no one else. There never will be."
While holding her in his lap, Noor's cheeks flushed with shyness as she felt the undeniable hardness of his desire pressing against her crotch. The tension between them built, her breath hitching as she instinctively tried to pull away.
Sanlang's grip on her waist tightened as she tried to shift away, his arm an iron cage pulling her back onto his lap. A low, hushed chuckle ghosted against her ear, his breath warm, his voice dark.
"Did you think you could run from me, my beloved? From the hands that were made to hold you?"
His fingers pressed into her hips, possessive, dragging her against him until there was nothing—no space, no escape. His eyes burned into hers, heavy with something unspoken, something that sent a shiver through her bones.
"Even if you fled to the ends of the earth… I would find you. And when I do, I will remind you—" His hands slid lower, fingertips teasing the edge of her dress before slipping beneath, finding bare skin. A sharp inhale, a quiet, knowing hum.
"—that your body, your breath, your very soul… has always belonged to me."
His fingers traced slow, burning paths along her thighs, upward, possessive, savoring. Then—his teeth sank into the soft curve of her neck. A sharp gasp broke past her lips, her body betraying her as a trembling moan followed.
Sanlang laughed—low, dark, pleased. He caught her chin between his fingers, forcing her gaze to meet his. His thumb brushed over her lower lip, slow, testing.
"Even the gods would not dare touch what is mine," he murmured, the words both devotion and warning. His lips ghosted over her pulse, over the mark his teeth had left behind.
"Moan for me, Noor. Let me hear it. Let me feel it."
Sanlang kissed her cheek——before his lips trailed lower, dragging a heated path down her jawline. Noor turned away instinctively, but his fingers curled beneath her chin, forcing her to face him.
"Don't run," he murmured, his voice smooth as silk, dark as a vow. "You know I will always catch you."
His hand slid to her throat. Beneath his palm, he felt the frantic flutter of her pulse, that small betrayal that made something inside him tighten.
"Ah… see?" His thumb traced the edge of her jaw. "Even now, your body prays to me."
Then he bit her—sharp, unrepentant—right where her pulse pounded. Noor gasped, but he only licked over the sting, savoring the way her breath caught. One hand gripped her waist, dragging her down onto his lap with a possessive pull, forcing her to feel how much he wanted her.
"You make me greedy, my love," he whispered against her skin, the words a slow, wicked caress. "Do you know what it's like to hunger for something so deeply, so endlessly… that you'd burn down the world just to keep it in your hands?"
His hands roamed, slipping beneath her dress. Fingers traced along the curve of her ass, squeezing, kneading, as if memorizing the shape of her.
"I have no mercy in me, Noor," he breathed, lips brushing over her collarbone. "Not when it comes to you."
A shiver wrecked through her as he tilted her head back, exposing her throat fully. His mouth was there in an instant—biting, licking, tasting—his breath hot against her skin. Noor whimpered, and he groaned low in response, drinking in the sound.
"That moan," he mused, fingers sliding up her back, tracing the delicate line of her spine. "I could hunt it. I could live inside it."
His mouth moved lower. Lower. Dragging along the slope of her chest, pressing reverent, almost feverish kisses along the exposed skin of her cleavage. One hand slid to her breast, fingers teasing, thumb brushing deliberately slow. Noor trembled, and he smiled against her skin.
"This body," he murmured, "this fire in you… Make no mistake, my love—" His teeth grazed the swell of her breast, his breath hot and unrelenting. "I will devour you."
His hands tightened, gripping, holding her as if she might disappear. Then, in one smooth motion, he lifted her. Noor gasped, legs wrapping instinctively around his waist, but he only carried her deeper into the dark, through the heavy door of his bedroom.
The moment her back hit the bed, he was above her, his lips claiming hers—hard, hungry, desperate.
"Give yourself to me," he whispered into the kiss, voice hoarse, trembling. "Not just now. Not just tonight. Forever."
His fingers trailed lower, grazing her thighs, pushing fabric aside as he took his time—touching, learning, unraveling.
"Let me ruin you," he growled against her lips. "Let me leave my name on every inch of you, so that no matter where you run… you'll always know who you belong to."
His lips found her throat again, sucking deep enough to mark, his tongue soothing over the bruised skin. Noor arched beneath him, a breathless moan spilling from her lips.
Sanlang groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he pressed himself against her. "That sound," he whispered darkly, his breath shaking with restraint, "will be the death of me."
Then he flipped her, pushing her onto her stomach, his hand sliding up the back of her thigh as he bent over her, lips grazing her ear.
"Close your eyes," he commanded, voice deep, velvet, devastating. "And feel what it means to be mine."
Her lips parted as if to speak——but all that escaped was a moan. A soft, broken sound that made Sanlang's eyes gleam with something feral.
She tried again, her hand trembling as it pressed weakly against his chest."San—"But the rest melted into another moan as his fingers curled inside her, stroking with unrelenting precision. Her thighs clenched around his hand as her back arched, betraying her.
"You want me to stop?" he asked softly, his voice dripping with mock-gentleness. His lips brushed her ear. "Then say it. Beg me."
Her breath hitched, her body shivering violently beneath his touch. Her mouth moved, but no words formed—only desperate, breathy gasps.
Sanlang laughed, dark and low, the sound vibrating against her skin as he kissed her throat."That's what I thought," he murmured. "Your body knows the truth."
She shook her head faintly, overwhelmed, trembling—but he only pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, while the other slid lower again, claiming her all over.
"Noor…" His voice dropped to a growl. "Tonight, _____ Tonight, I take what's already mine."
With one slow, punishing thrust, he entered her again—deep, relentless—swallowing her cries with his mouth as she writhed beneath him, caught in the hurricane of him.
Her tears mixed with sweat and desire, eyes wide, lips parted, but still she couldn't speak—just gasps, moans, and whimpers. He worshipped every sound, drinking it in like sacrament.
"You
Her body trembled beneath him as he entered her—slow, deliberate, like a claim sealed in flesh. Noor gasped, eyes wide, a tear slipping down her cheek.
Sanlang leaned in, licked it from her skin without breaking rhythm."Still sweet," he whispered, voice thick. "Even now."
Her moan cracked—raw and helpless. She tried to speak, to push against his chest, but her hands faltered, grasping instead.
"You don't want me to stop," he breathed against her jaw, his hips moving with slow precision, "You just want me to mean it."
She whimpered—half denial, half desperate plea. He kissed her, silencing the sound.
"I do."His forehead rested against hers."I mean every second inside you."
His hand slid up, fingers locking with hers above her head, holding her open beneath him. His breath shook with restraint.
"You're mine, Noor… every tremble, every sound."
A thrust—deeper. "Even this—"
Another, rougher now. "Is devotion."