What A Good Boy

Jin Jiuchi pressed his fingers to Shen Nianzu's thin and delicate wrist, absorbing the rapid thrum of his pulse. His gaze remained locked on Shen Nianzu's chest, tracking the swift rise and fall as if memorizing each breath. In this moment, all of his senses were so acutely attuned to every nuance of Shen Nianzu's body that he felt he could synchronize his own heartbeat to the jade doll's rhythm if he simply closed his eyes. 

A tantalizing scent was emanating from every inch of Shen Nianzu's body— a fragrance unlike anything he had ever smelled before. It was sweeter than honey, divine and pure and oh, it also enticed and intoxicated him like none ever did. With each inhale, Jin Jiuchi could feel the scent soaking into his bloodstreams, fueling his primal instinct. He ran his tongue over the tip of his sharp canines, his eyes darkening with a feral intensity as the voice in his mind grew stronger.