Lucianna was gasping and panting for a much-needed break from the fiery match of "who could dominate whom," where tongues and saliva were exchanged through deep and savory sessions of mouth-to-mouth discourse that went off topic.
But Beichen was not done relishing the touch he had missed so dearly these months and quickly ceased back the woman's mouth, which she wiped with such determination that he could feel it was on fire once he kissed her.
He licked her lips, then sucked on them, while joking that it would help cool down the pain.
"Don't wipe it off this time," he whispered into her ear.
Lucianna shivered from the hot breath that brushed her skin like a feather and unconsciously moaned in her hazy state. She had her needs, and like him, she had been unable to satisfy those cravings, so when Beichen kissed her, the familiar feeling of desire overtook any ability she had to think clearly.
