Zhang Wang found that he couldn't get enough. He loved the way Yu Yanlin tossed his head, the way his eyes remained half-lidded and lips red from biting and sucking. He loved those glassy eyes that were brimmed with desire.
Selfishly, he drove his beloved to the peak at least a dozen times that night, each not allowing him to reach any release. And Yu Yanlin, stubborn and proud refused to give in. Not even when he was but a muddled mess of nerves, trembling under Zhang Wang's touch.
And eventually, the Immortal of a Thousand Blossoms would not listen when the demon king proclaimed that he was nearing climax and this time, continued to thrust, merciless and ravenous.
