Bab 143: The Big, Bad Dragon

[Warning: Sexual content up ahead]

When his hips met her, she discovered his skills went beyond kissing. She closed her eyes to enjoy the sensations. Her groans turned into a desperate whimper. Their lips met once again and he bit down, much harder than her. He followed the same path: down her jaw, biting almost savagely along the way. 

Pain and pleasure combined into ecstasy as he devoured her neck, his hands roamed up her back beneath her shirt. His lips suddenly left her neck. Her eyes flew open in need. 

Mo Qingchen stared straight at her, looking absolutely feral. "Tell me what you want," he demanded. 

"More," she managed to stammer out in a barely audible whisper. "More," she repeated again, a little clearer this time. If she could, she would have painted it on the wall in chocolate.