The kiss that came with both speed and force left Qin Yin with only one sensation, pain, which started at her lips and teeth and reached all the way to the softest corner of her heart. Yet she did not resist, nor did she try to evade, instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck, parted her tightly closed lips and teeth, and reciprocated his invasion.
She did not understand why he erupted in anger upon returning, nor why he would say such hurtful words.
Even less could she comprehend why he suddenly wanted her, at such a moment, in such a manner. But that was no longer important.
Perhaps this was the feeling of love, preferring pain over loss. As long as he returned, whatever he did didn't matter, right?
He wanted her, so she gave in.
The kiss grew deeper, the entanglement of tongues more confusing, and his hands that pressed against Qin Yin's body became more brazen, caressing the woman's softest curves...
