The sharp knocking at the door cut through the charged atmosphere like a blade through silk, instantly shattering the erotic tension that had been building to a breaking point.
Tianlong's hands stilled on his wives' faces, his crimson-gold eyes flashing with annoyance as Zhang Wuji's voice echoed through the ornate chamber.
"Master, every guest is waiting. You will have to come out..."
"Fuck," Tianlong muttered under his breath, slowly withdrawing his fingers from Feng and Ying Jia's mouths. Both women gasped softly as the wet digits slipped free, leaving trails of saliva glistening on their lips beneath the gossamer veils.
His cock was still straining painfully against his robes, the outline clearly visible through the expensive fabric. The sight of his four wives in their wedding finery, their bodies trembling from his touch, made every instinct scream at him to forget the ceremony and claim them right here on the silk-covered floor.
