Sang Luo blinked, not quite deciphering the emotion that had just flashed through his eyes before Yan's hot, soft kiss landed on her again.
This time, he was far more gentle and patient, tracing a path from the corner of her lips to gently bite her earlobe.
His tongue traced it lightly.
Sang Luo bit her lip, a soft, delicate moan escaping her.
A tingling sensation, sharp and deep, shot through her, making her body curl and tremble. Her legs instinctively hooked around his lean, firm waist, and she clung to him like an octopus, their skin pressed intimately together.
Her voice made Yan's breathing grow ragged.
He pressed a knee onto the bed and leaned down, allowing her to lie back comfortably. Her long, dark hair spread out in a messy cloud, an utterly bewitching sight.
The rich scent of a female in heat was a powerful trigger for a male's primal desires.
His voice grew huskier, losing its usual cool gentleness. "Do you remember our first time...?"
