Noah's voice seemed to possess an enchanting magic, echoing endlessly in Su Yaoyao's ears.
Her consciousness was caught in a fierce collision between reason and desire, a war raging within her.
She wanted to resist, but her body was far more honest. The craving surging from the depths of her heart was like a ferocious tide, crashing against the dam of her sanity again and again.
Noah's kisses grew more feverish, trailing down from the pale tips of her breasts, leaving a searing path along her delicate skin.
Su Yaoyao squeezed her eyes shut, her hands subconsciously clutching the bedsheets, her knuckles turning white from the force.
Her breathing grew more and more ragged.
"My love..." Noah whispered.
His tentacles moved like nimble dancers, gliding wantonly over Su Yaoyao's body, exploring her every inch.
It sent a wave of exquisite, numbing pleasure through her, making Su Yaoyao tremble uncontrollably as a series of soft moans escaped her lips.
