Xu Mey's heart quivered when his hot breath grazed her skin. Ye Jie angled his head as his lips came down to claim hers.
Xu Mey's body instead of stiffening, convulsed. His lips were softer than she remembered them to be. He was gently biting on her bottom lip. And there was a lot of teasing making Xu Mey close her eyes.
This was the time when she didn't want to avoid his touch at all. The way his tongue licked her bottom lip, biting it and pulling at it made her gasp as the butterflies in her stomach turned into a searing desire and a feeling of pleasure engulfed her body.
His hands encircled around her waist and pulled her closer. Xu Mey wanted him to pull even closer, she wanted to feel the warmth of his body burning her into ashes. She wanted his peculiar scent to encapsulate her body and senses.
