Although their kiss was brimming with passion, tension high in the air, Lu Lijun gently laid Jiang Yuyan on their bed, his strong hands carefully supporting her, one at the back of her head and the other holding her at the waist.
He was holding her as if she was his most precious treasure, and that he feared she would break at the slightest force. As her head was placed on the soft pillow underneath her, he continued to kiss her relentlessly, each kiss deep and affectionate, as if he intended to thoroughly rob her of her breath, as if there was no tomorrow.
Though his kisses were slow, as if he was taking his time to enjoy her, Jiang Yuyan had a strange notion that he was holding back—that the man hovering on top of her was a beast shackled by his own making, wishing to ravage her without restraints, but he was reigning in his desires to let her enjoy this much awaited night.
