The Institute (41)

A slender finger traced softly against the skin of his inner thighs, the intertwined red and green bruises blooming on his body like the immature stamen of a blossoming flower. Most of the marks on his limbs had been faintly erased but the skin here had been deliberately leaving untouched, like a dangerous beast marking its territory.

Red lips parted, strings of saliva obscenely stretching from the base of the swollen and ravaged petals, even the breath he exhaled seemed to still carry the faint taste of musk, he didn't know if it was caused by the residual effects of the pearl, regardless, his skin was still clamoring greedily for touch. 

Chu Yi's head hung low, drooping eyelids covering the brewing danger in those stormy red eyes, sweat trickled down the strained muscles of his neck, and the hand that traced his skin only pressed harsher and harsher, an enticing red flush appearing on his cheeks as Chu Yi's body shook in lingering pleasure–