The anticipation had been building for what felt like two lifetimes. Han Xin lay on the bed, his heart pounding in his chest as he gazed up at the man straddling him. Xiang Yu, with his chiselled features and muscular physique, exuded raw masculinity, and Han Xin couldn't take his eyes off him. The air between them was charged with electricity, and Han Xin's body trembled with desire.
Han Xin's fingers traced the intricate tattoos that adorned Xiang Yu's toned abs and chest, the heat in his body rising. Xiang Yu's previous injuries had already scabbed over but he still made it a point to avoid them.
He felt a sense of awe and possession as he explored the artwork, knowing that soon, this man would be his in the most intimate way. "Are you sure about this?" Han Xin whispered, his voice hoarse with longing. He already knew the answer, but he needed to hear it from Xiang Yu's lips.
