Xia Yuqing didn't know how long it lasted.
She wasn't aware of how many minutes passed… or if they did at all. All she knew was the heat, the way her body ached under his, and the way he held her so tightly.
Tonight, there were no sweet whispers or dirty talks she liked. There was no gentleness in his action. But somehow, that made it even more devastating. It felt like he was trying to brand himself into her—into her skin, into her soul. Claiming her without words.
And she couldn't stop him.
She didn't want to.
He did it only once, but it left her trembling and breathless, her skin damp with sweat, her limbs too weak to move. She collapsed against him, her chest heaving. Her back was damp with sweat, her arms limp around his neck. Her hair clung to her face, her breath shallow. She could feel the faint tremor in her thighs, the lingering burn between her legs.
