Ningyan was sure he was going insane.
Yan Wuhen kissed him like a starving man, stealing the air from his lungs, giving him no chance to breathe. It was so overwhelming that Ningyan had to clutch his shoulder tightly just to get his attention.
Wuhen pulled back only an inch and the moment Ningyan dragged in a desperate breath, Wuhen's lips were on his again.
He kissed him hungrily, nibbling at his lips, licking and sucking at every corner of his mouth, sending sharp zaps of electricity through Ningyan's body.
His head tipped back helplessly. The prince was a terrifyingly good kisser. He was rough, relentless, not soft in the slightest.
He kissed Ningyan like he wanted to devour him whole, and Ningyan found himself gripping him just as hard, his body yielding far too easily to Yan Wuhen.
He wanted to scream but instead, strange sounds slipped out of him. Sounds he couldn't believe were his. Soft, breathless whimpers, carried by the uncontrollable shudders wracking his body.
