Tang Fei's cheeks burned crimson, water streaming down her face, mixing with her tears of frustration and need. Her body quivered against his, strung tight like a bow, yet denied release.
Instead, he kissed her again, deep, bruising, possessive, and his tongue claimed hers until she sagged helplessly in his hold, her legs still locked around his waist. Slowly, carefully, he lowered her back onto her feet, his hand steady at her waist to keep her from collapsing.
Her lips were swollen, her breath ragged, her body trembling in a storm he had deliberately left unfinished. She wanted to scold him, to cry, to plead, yet all she could do was cling to him, undone.
Huo Ting Cheng reached for the towel, wrapping it firmly around her trembling frame. His voice dropped to that low, dark timbre that always left her weak.
