Li Na's heart pounded against her ribs like a runaway war drum as Shen Yu lowered his weight above her.
Surrounded by the scent of lingering incense, dark wood, and the subtle, intoxicating fragrance of his divine aura, she felt as if every defense she had spent years building had been completely dismantled in a single evening.
Positioning himself between her tight, sun-kissed thighs, Shen Yu aligned his glistening length against her slick, trembling entrance.
His golden eyes locked onto hers with a possessive, unyielding intensity that made her toes curl against the crimson silks.
"Look at me, Li'er," Shen Yu purred softly, his hand sliding up her toned ribcage to gently cup the side of her face.
"No more running, and no more hiding behind your sword."
"I... I'm not running, Young Master," Li Na rasped, her voice thick with a mixture of nervous excitement and raw anticipation.
