Yu Jian seemed like he was intend on marking every single corner of the house as he took her in many places before they tumbled down on the bed again. The scent of their passion was spread on the air and even the previously airy bedroom had turned musky again.
He pulled the blanket up to cover her and hugged her to his chest. "Sleep." His voice was low and husky, remembrance of lascivious and frenzied act.
Qing'er laid on his chest with panting breath, her heartbeat still hadn't returned to normal yet. Her complexion was rosy and her lips swollen by his kiss, his marks scattered across her skin like peach blossom petals they saw on the street.
Yu Jian ran his fingers through her damp hair indolently as he shut his eyes to savor their time.
