Miss Ghost completely surrendered to the wonderful sensation that enveloped her, allowing herself to lose all sense of reason in the sheer ecstasy of the moment. Though her heart was cold and lifeless, it raced wildly as the kiss deepened into something more passionate.
Pei Xingcheng continued to kiss her, yearning for more and more of her warmth, her taste, her love. He wished to remain in that room, on that bed, enveloped in her lips for the entire night. Yet, he knew that wasn't possible.
As he reluctantly broke away from her luscious, inviting lips, Pei Xingcheng began to trail his kisses downward on her long beautiful neck. He bit and sucked, eager to leave a mark that declared her as his.
