Xia Yuqing was fascinated. He was so hard, so hot, pulsing under her touch. The way his body reacted to her, the way his breath hitched and shuddered—it was intoxicating.
Lu Jinchen let out a low, guttural groan, his head falling back. His lips parted slightly, his chest rising and falling unevenly. His body moved in sync with her strokes. He looked breathtaking—the usual cold, untouchable man now utterly lost in pleasure because of her.
A thrill surged through her veins. She was the one making him feel this way. She had this power over him. She was the reason for that beautiful, agonized expression on his face, the tension in his muscles, the desperate way his hips chased her touch.
This knowledge sent a strange kind of excitement coursing through her, making her bolder. Her strokes quickened, her fingers tightening just enough to make him hiss. His body jerked slightly, a strangled groan escaping his throat.
