The White Snake is Pinned Down
XueYa marvelled at how obedient and cooperative LiangLin became in his hold. How willingly he let XueYa explore with his lips and hands. As if LiangLin was lost in the moment of bliss, oblivious to the world around them.
At this moment, only the two of them existed in their own little world.
XueYa smiled against the soft, silken lips that were driving him mad. The scent that enveloped him made his mind swirl out of focus. It was the scent of the sweetest of wine with an intoxicating note of roses. So fragrant it was that XueYa could almost taste it, as if the snake had just drunk the finest of liquor before their kiss.
XueYa got drunk on the scent alone, but he held back from deepening their kiss. Instead, he pressed tiny kisses over the pillowy lips, testing out his own and LiangLin's restraints. How mad he could drive his lover before LiangLin lost his mind with want.