Song Lingfei did not notice when they left the terrace, nor did she know how much time passed. The next thing her mind registered was being laid down, her back touching something soft that she could only assume was a bed. Either way she had neither time nor desire to confirm that guess.
All of her focus was on him, on his gaze, his actions, his lips pressing against hers, his body pressing against hers, and the feeling of his arms exploring her body atop the thin, soft fabric of her clothes.
At this time her luxurious clothes felt like shackles that were in the way, and her body's temperature rose, making it all the more unbearable.
He did not make her wait too long, but was not in a rush either.
His movements were confident and steady, carefully and gently guiding the maiden whose womanhood was awakened. Quelling her impatience with soft and mind-blowingly addictive kisses, and at the same time gradually fanning the flames of her passion with his hands.
