The world around Ziyan shattered into a thousand jagged pieces the moment Haoran's thick cock breached her virgin walls.
The sensation was like an explosion—a violent collision of searing pain and an electric, overwhelming pleasure that short-circuited her brain.
As he slammed his cock, the sound of the impact was a wet, heavy thud, and a thin trickle of bright red blood escaped from where they joined, staining the white sheets of the king-sized bed.
Ziyan's mind went completely blank.
Her vision blurred, the gold of Haoran's eyes becoming the only fixed point in a swirling void of white noise.
She felt her consciousness drift, her spirit floating somewhere above her body, watching as her feline ears pinned back flat against her skull and her tail stiffened, vibrating with the shock of the penetration.
She was in a total daze, her breath coming in shallow, ragged hitches, her mouth hanging open in a silent scream that never quite left her throat.
