This wasn't like the feral, beast-driven dominance of Yanlie.
This was a man who had spent three hundred years denying himself feeling, currently breaking apart at the seams, completely at the mercy of a chemical fire and a desperate, forbidden love.
Elder Qin's breathing was harsh, fanning across her face.
He was trembling.
His incredibly powerful, immortal body was shaking uncontrollably against hers.
His eyes, dark with feverish lust, swept frantically over her face.
They traced the wide, panicked silver flecks of her eyes.
They traced the curve of her jaw.
And then, his gaze dropped.
He stared directly at her lips.
The hunger in his expression was undeniable.
It was raw, starving, and deeply, heartbreakingly vulnerable.
He looked at her mouth as if it were the only source of water in a burning desert.
He wanted to kiss her.
He wanted to devour her.
He wanted to ruin his Dao completely and utterly against her mouth.
Ji'an was paralysed.
