Wang Jian's hands continued their sensual exploration, setting Isabella's body ablaze with desire. Her initial protests had given way to a yearning she could no longer suppress.
"Emperor Wang," she breathed, her voice a sultry whisper, "we shouldn't... but I want..."
His lips descended upon her neck with unbridled hunger, igniting a fiery passion within her. Each kiss sent electrifying waves of pleasure through her, her body instinctively arching toward his. The resistance she had feigned crumbled, overtaken by the intensity of their desire.
Wang Jian's touch, confident and skilled, caressed the curves of her drenched attire, making her quiver with anticipation.
Isabella's breaths grew shallow, matching the rhythm of his advances. She was torn between societal propriety and the overpowering need that surged through her veins.
