His kiss was extremely forceful as if he was going to consume her soul. She could only accept his plundering. They were like this from the start—him capturing and her succumbing.
Chu Lui finally let go of her and placed a hand on her cheek, gently tracing her slightly swollen lips. He was the one who had made her lips rosy red. His eyes darkened slightly.
"Xia Ruoxin, remember, this is mine." He put his hand on her lips. "Only I can touch them." Then his hand shifted down to her waist. "Your body is mine, too. Only I can look. And…" Did something flash across his dark eyes?
His fingers went to her upper chest. "This is mine, too. Your whole being, your soul, your life. All of you belong to me.
"Do you understand?" He grasped her sharp chin and looked at her blinking, gentle, bright, and big eyes. They were beautiful—one of the most beautiful he had seen, but they were also the most wicked. He still had not forgotten how his Yixuan had died.
