"Yes…" Ye Jian replied weakly, her voice trembling like a leaf caught in a gentle breeze.
A soft, involuntary moan escaped her lips as the lingering echoes of pleasure rippled through her body.
This was nothing new to her.
For months now, Lin Feng had devoured her like this almost every night, his skilled mouth and hands exploring every curve and secret of her body with a hunger that left her breathless and aching.
He had teased her, tasted her, brought her to shattering climaxes time and time again and yet he had always stopped short of claiming her purity, of making her a true woman in the fullest sense.
He had been patient, almost torturously so, savoring the slow build of their passion.
But tonight, the air between them crackled with a different intensity.
She could feel it in the way his eyes burned into hers, dark with raw desire.
