The first rays of dawn were a weak, apologetic light filtering into the depths of Wang Jian's cave dwelling, painting the stone walls in shades of grey. But the sounds within were anything but gentle. A rhythmic, wet slapping echoed through the chamber, a primal cadence of flesh on flesh, punctuated by the sharp, stinging smack of a hand meeting supple skin.
Yue Lingshan lay sleeping peacefully on the large pile of beast furs, a soft, contented smile on her beautiful face, her body curled in the aftermath of a night of passionate, loving celebration. She was oblivious, lost in a dream of her bright future as a Foundation Establishment expert, a future intertwined with the man she loved.
Just a few feet away from her slumbering form, another scene of passion was reaching its brutal, desperate crescendo.
