Qin Wei buried his face in her neck, inhaling her scent—warm skin and arousal. Felt her pulse thundering against his lips. He kissed her shoulder hotly—then bit down gently, teeth sinking just enough to mark, making her gasp and clench hard around his shaft.
The rhythm soon ramped up with deeper plunges, harder snaps of his hips.
Her legs hooked around his waist, heels pressing into his back, urging him faster. Nails raked down his shoulders, leaving red trails. Her moans sharpened into needy cries right in his ear, a hot breath fanning his skin.
He thrust with everything with wet, resounding slaps of skin meeting skin. Her body rocked under him, open wide, taking it all, surrendering completely.
The pleasure wound tight inside them both—scorching, inevitable, pulling them toward the edge.
Their breaths tangled—ragged, desperate gasps—as they hurtled toward the peak, releasing their fluids together.
