Each deliberate stroke coated more of the broad tip in Li Ruoxi's slick love juices until the entire head glistened, shining with the evidence of how thoroughly he had already prepared her.
The big heat of Lin Feng seared against her most sensitive flesh, and the slow, wet friction made her breath hitch with every pass.
All of his women were beautiful in their own right, and it was nearly impossible to say who among them was the loveliest.
Yet each possessed a different kind of allure, a unique beauty that belonged only to her.
Li Ruoxi's was quiet, deep, and fiercely loyal and something that never failed to move him.
In this moment, looking down at her flushed face and trusting eyes, he felt that loyalty settle warmly in his chest.
"I could say the same, Lin Feng," Li Ruoxi answered softly, her voice steady despite the way her body trembled beneath him.
Her hands rested lightly against his chest, feeling the strong, steady beat of his heart.
