Xuan Long and Han Jue were no longer hiding their intentions. They teased her openly, their hands wandering with a confidence that made Su Qinglan's heart race.
She felt like a puddle of melted butter in their arms, unable to resist as their touches lit fires all over her skin.
"I'm much warmer than any dry hide, aren't I, Lan Lan?" Han Jue whispered, his voice like silk.
Su Qinglan finally realized the truth.
Han Jue hadn't sent Shi Feng and the cubs away to be "helpful."
He had planned this the moment he stepped into the cave. He wanted the house empty so he could have his way with her.
She trembled as Han Jue leaned down, deeply inhaling the scent of her hair before his hand moved from her stomach upward. He cupped one of her breasts, his thumb grazing the peak.
"Lan Lan," Han Jue murmured in her other ear, his fingers kneading the other side. "Are they still sore?"
Su Qinglan shook her head weakly, her eyes squeezed shut. She was too breathless to speak.
