Lin Feng gave a few more slow, careful thrusts, each one deliberate and measured.
Every centimetre of progress felt like a battle against the gripping, silken heat of her body.
Her walls clenched around him with surprising strength, trying to both reject and draw him deeper at the same time.
He could feel the way she trembled beneath him, the fine tremor running through her thighs where they framed his hips.
Then, deeper still, he met the final, fragile resistance and the thin, resilient barrier that marked her maidenhead, the clear sign of her purity.
He already knew it was there.
His divine sense had revealed this private truth about Han Xiangrui long before their bodies ever touched.
Still, he chose to act as though the discovery surprised him. His hips stilled.
The thick head of his cock rested against that last thin membrane, the pressure enough to make her flinch but not yet enough to break it.
