Another Tantrum

Li Xueyue's mind was in daze, cloudy and incoherent. She could not speak in between his rough, punishing kisses. She tried to run from his cruel, yet passionate lips, but he had her wrists pinned on the bed. Her breathing came out shaky when he released her mouth, only for his lips to skim along the collar of her hanfu.

"You look lovely in this dress."

Li Xueyue did not get to respond when his middle finger ran down the center of her breasts, parting the hanfu open for him. The cold nipped at her skin, her orbs tightening. She bit her bottom lip, stifling a moan when his slick, wet tongue latched upon it. He rolled it in his mouth, the hot sensation of his twirling tongue sent her eyes rolling backward.

"I-I haven't recovered," she lied, despite the ache that pooled in her lower stomach.

"Too bad."

Li Xueyue tried to protest, but his fingers were already travelling lower and lower, until it stopped on her moist opening.