His passion and his dominance seeped into every part of her body.
Ye Lu pondered dreamily in his arms, she had heard that such intimacy could unite two souls as one.
Previously, no matter what he did, she never sensed the presence of his soul.
But this time, she truly felt infinitely close to his soul, he exuded such a potent presence that she found herself unable to resist his fiery passion.
This must be what they mean by soul-destroying, bone-melting pleasure, thought Ye Lu, her face flushing.
No wonder men are so fond of this.
…
The stormy bout ended, and Ye Lu was utterly drained, lying limply.
Third Young Master Jun looked at her with a satisfied grin, propping himself up to gaze at her in her spent state.
Her jet-black hair sprawled across the pillow; her small, delicate face flushed beet red, even every inch of her visible skin was tinged faintly pink. Half-closed starry eyes were hazy and intoxicating; she wore an endearingly bewildered expression.
