Caught off guard and pinned down, Wen Shu hadn't reacted yet when her entire face was buried in the solid and elastic chest muscles of the male.
The fresh scent of the male, heated by body warmth, completely invaded her nostrils, sending her mind into a temporary shutdown.
Before she could recover, Yining steadied his heavy breaths, lowered his head close to her ear, and in a hoarse voice asked, "Wen Shu, do you wish to mate with me?"
His warm, moist breath sprinkled beside her ear, causing Wen Shu's ear to tingle and giving her a shiver, as she placed her hands against the firmness in front of her and looked at Yining in utter disbelief.
The male's face was extremely close, his long hair falling and brushing against the side of her face, bringing a ticklish sensation.
That cool face flushed with red, light brown eyes swirled with dark hues, staring at her with an intense aggression.
He seemed to be in complete control.
