As he massaged her feet, then moved to her calves, her back, and finally the tension in her neck, Ningning couldn't help the soft, airy moans that escaped her lips. "Oh... right there... Weijie, that's so good..."
Every sound she made was like a spark to dry tinder. Weijie's skin grew scorching hot, his breathing turning heavy and shallow.
Beneath his hide skirt, his "inner beast" was very much awake and straining for attention.
"Stay down" he commanded himself, his jaw tight as he fought for control. "She is exhausted. You will not be a beast tonight."
After a quick wash of her face with a damp cloth, Ningning crawled under the thick quilt Weijie had painstakingly crafted for her.
"Share with me." she whispered, patting the spot beside her. "It's big enough for both of us."
"I do not need it." he said, his voice a bit strained. "My blood runs cold. Sleep. You have done the work of ten females today."
It didn't take long.
