Her silver eyes widened further, pupils dilating as the impact registered—a warm, solid weight smacking her skin, leaving a sticky trail of precum that cooled in the air.
The bulbous head rested there for a heartbeat, throbbing faintly against her cheekbone, its veined surface rough yet smooth, like heated stone wrapped in silk.
She inhaled sharply, the scent hitting her like a wave—raw, salty musk, thick with sweat and something deeper, primal, filling her nostrils and coating her throat, making her head spin as if she'd breathed in the essence of untamed earth after rain.
"What... what is this?" she stammered, her voice trembling, confusion lacing every syllable, her composure cracking as she knew what it was, but the issue was it was far bigger than she had ever seen—thicker than her wrist.
Tianlong's gaze softened, crimson depths holding hers with a tenderness that belied the raw hunger building between them.
