Qing Shan bit his lower lip to stop making incoherent and shameless noises. His body was on fire while his soul danced in the middle of the sparks that were erupting all over his body.
Jiang Ying Yue's lips were still moving on his neck as she sucked his blood while her hand massaged his throbbing manhood, all this was making it hard for him to not lose his sanity. He was on the verge of exploding and he could do nothing about that... he didn't want to do anything about that.
Their soul marks were glowing brightly as the connection between them started getting more powerful, strong, and deep with each passing second.
Because of the highly sensitive bond, Jiang Ying Yue was also feeling the intensity of the pleasure that the First Prince was receiving. It made her own body ache with a deep need that threatened to make her lose her control.
