**WARNING - Mature Content**
The deliberate crudeness of her language broke the last threads of his restraint. Something primal and ancient flared in his eyes at her command.
Mo Xing began to move with deliberate control, withdrawing completely in one fluid motion that left Li Hua suddenly empty. She whimpered at the loss, her body instinctively seeking to reclaim their connection. He rose to his knees between her thighs, golden eyes darkened to amber as he gazed down at her with appreciation. A knowing smile curved his lips at her unconscious sound of protest—satisfaction in her need for him.
"Patience, my little tempest," he murmured, as he lifted her legs onto his shoulders.
Before she could respond, he gripped her thighs and eased forward with deliberate slowness, savoring each moment of their connection. The sensation of him gradually filling her drew a trembling gasp from her lips.
