She looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of exhaustion and exhilaration. "Yes," she breathed, "I… I've never felt anything like it."
Ye Yang smiled, a triumphant glint in his eyes. He leaned down and kissed her, a long, slow kiss that spoke volumes.
He tasted the salt of her sweat, the sweetness of her breath, and he knew, with a certainty that settled deep within him, that he was completely and utterly lost to her.
He pulled away, his eyes still locked with hers. "Tell me," he whispered, his voice husky with desire, "what else do you want?"
She smiled, a slow, seductive curve gracing her lips. "I want you," she purred, her voice a silken caress, "to make me feel like this again and again."
Ye Yang felt a surge of primal energy course through him. He wanted to possess her, to explore every inch of her body, to leave his mark upon her.
