Their lips were still locked together, their hands eagerly fumbling with each other's clothes, as if trying to express the tidal wave of desire surging within them.
Lucia completely occupied Su Yaoyao's mind. Her consciousness held nothing but a deep yearning for him, a desperate desire for more intimate contact, as if it were the only way to fill the ever-widening void in her heart.
However, the moment their bodies fell heavily onto the bed, Su Yaoyao's passion-addled reason barely returned at the last second.
She shot her hands out, pressing them against Lucia's firm chest. Her ragged breaths were sharp in the silent room, her cheeks as crimson as ripe tomatoes. Her voice held an irrepressible tremor. "It's... It's too fast."
Her eyes were filled with panic and hesitation. Though her feelings for Lucia burned like a raging fire, this sudden rush of intimacy sent ripples of uncertainty through her heart.
