As if he couldn't wait any longer, he pried her lips apart and slid his tongue inside.
Their breaths intertwined, the man circled her waist with one hand while the other brushed over her cheek, tucking her hair behind her ear.
His hand then naturally covered the back of Lu Xiaoyou's head, cradling it.
Brilliant sunlight streamed through the stained-glass windows, cascading over the two of them.
Lu Xiaoyou's dark hair was tinged with a hazy glow of gold, her back to the enormous black cross, she appeared like a witch from Hell ensnaring the world.
And the man sitting on the bench, like a wild beast, he bit at her soft lips, as if he could never get enough.
With Lu Xiaoyou sitting on top of him, Long Xiliang could only tilt his chin up.
The golden sunlight glazed his jawline, sketching out his perfect contours as he nibbled on the woman's tender lips, entwining their tongues, the Adam's apple on his neck bobbing slightly.
