He stepped closer, closing the small distance between them, and pulled her gently against him, feeling the warmth of her body, her boobs pressing soft against his bare chest.
His hands rested on her hips as he leaned in, kissing her slow and deep, his lips firm against hers, tasting the faint sweetness of her breath.
As their tongues brushed, Lucas focused, probing her with a subtle pulse of his cultivation senses, checking the flow of her Yin energy. It was there, warm and soft, but not endless, not like Lira's pure, brimming stream or the Henrietta's vast, heavy well. Cecilia's Yin was okay, enough to draw from, but limited, a shallow pool compared to the others.
