His long fingers sank into her soft, silky hair—gentle, yet with a hint of urgency—just as hers had when she'd toyed with his.
He paused, his eyes meeting hers for a brief two seconds before he crushed his lips against hers once more.
Feng Hen's kiss was clumsy yet full of longing, a mix of cautious tenderness and irrepressible passion.
The kiss left Wen Qian's head spinning. In a daze, she felt his warm fingers gently brush the hair from her ear, revealing the smooth, ivory skin of her neck.
While kissing her, the pads of his fingers repeatedly pressed the mark on the back of her neck. Wen Qian seemed to sense something and instinctively tried to pull away. But a second later, his large, powerful hand closed around her nape, his grip firm and assertive.
"Feng… Feng Hen…"
His kisses were wild and searching, his breaths heavy and ragged, thick with possessiveness.
