The kiss was an absolute, all-consuming invasion. Alaric's mouth crushed against Princess Gu Ling's soft, trembling lips with the undeniable force of a conqueror claiming his most prized territory. The intoxicating, heavily potent taste of the Hundred-Year Drunken Spirit Nectar lingered sweetly on her tongue, mingling with the dark, overwhelming heat of his dominant aura. He did not ask for permission. His tongue aggressively parted her lips, sliding deep into the warm, incredibly sensitive cavern of her mouth, exploring her palate with a slow, deliberate mastery that sent shockwaves of pure electricity crashing down her spine.
"Mmph... mnnn..." Gu Ling whimpered, a soft, muffled sound of helpless confusion and rising panic vibrating in her throat.
