"Hold on baby," Han Xin growled, his lips brushing against Xiang Yu's ear. "I am not done with you yet."
Xiang Yu's fingers pressed hard against the glass, his knuckles white as he braced himself. Han Xin's thrusts grew more urgent, more primal, his body moving with the single-minded purpose of an alpha claiming his omega. Xiang Yu's breath came in ragged gasps, his body on the brink of release.
Han Xin grabbed both of Xiang Yu's hands, holding them firmly behind his back as though cuffing him. The restraint sent a jolt of arousal through Xiang Yu, heightening every sensation. He was completely at Han Xin's mercy, and the thought made his cock twitch, his orgasm building to an unbearable edge.
"Xin-ge," Xiang Yu pleaded, his voice barely a whisper. "Please… let me come."
