The night wore on, a symphony of moans and whispered endearments echoing through Xia Bingling's chamber.
Wang Li, fueled by a dark hunger, used her body to satiate his desires. He reveled in the power he held over her, his hands trailing across her ample curves with a boldness that ignited a fire within her.
A sharp smack against her buttocks elicited a gasp, followed by a throaty whisper of submission.
As dawn painted the horizon with streaks of gold and crimson, the embers of their passion finally dwindled. Exhausted but content, they lay entwined, the sheets tangled around them like a testament to the night's fervor.
A gentle breeze whispered through the open window, carrying with it a sense of renewal. Wang Li, breaking the silence, spoke in a voice raspy from exertion. "My dear Bingling," he began, his thumb tracing circles on the soft skin of her shoulder, "after tonight, I believe I can trust you completely."
