Huo Beijiang kissed her urgently and passionately, his skillful tongue stirring irresistible pleasures within Nan Fei's mouth.
The feeling, one that made her very soul tremble, was beyond words.
Nan Fei felt like her tongue was going numb from his suction.
"Wife...wife..." He eased from her lips slightly, his fervent kisses trailing downwards.
"Hmm..." Nan Fei moaned involuntarily.
"Bei Jiang, don't..." Nan Fei feebly protested, attempting to push him away, but her hands on him couldn't muster any strength.
"Bei Jiang, Huo Beijiang, no..." Her erratic moans were seductively appealing. The mellow charm in her sound was a contrast to her usual cool sweetness, driving even the most rational men mad.
Huo Beijiang felt himself driven to insanity; he was plunged into the eighteenth level of hell, wildly infatuated and obsessed with her.
His body ached with restraint.
"One of these days, I will die because of you."
