Xia Yuqing's breath hitched.
She pressed her hands against his chest, trying to put some distance between them, but he didn't let her. Instead, he seized her wrists, forcing them above her head, pinning her against the cold glass of the floor-to-ceiling window. The contrast of the heat of his body and the chill of the glass sent a shudder racing down her spine.
"Jinchen… wait…" she whispered, her voice shaky.
But he didn't listen. His lips crashed against her neck, open-mouthed and hungry, tasting her, claiming her. His tongue flicked against the sensitive pulse point before his teeth grazed over it, making her whimper.
"You're not thinking straight—"
"Fuck thinking," he growled, his voice rough, almost animalistic. His grip slid down her body, fingers digging into her thighs before he lifted her effortlessly. She gasped, instinctively wrapping her legs around his waist, feeling the thick, hard evidence of his arousal pressing against her core.
