"… Feng Feng…"
Even as their connection deepened, the pet name rang in Xu Feng's ears like a two-pronged attack. The sweet name was in itself enough to make him feel so many emotions all at once. As if that wasn't enough, echoes of memories tried to play in the background.
These fractured phantoms of intimacy pulled him in several directions all at once. The call from his man, his stranger who was not a stranger, pulled on Xu Feng's heartstrings as well as the lower strings of his body.
This man had clearly brought him great pleasure in the past. Not just pleasure— a mixture of euphoria and home— more than physical enjoyment, there was also safety in his arms.
And in his arms is exactly where Xu Feng found himself. He'd started the kiss, but Yang quickly took over, like a starved man being offered a morsel of food and a drink of water all at once. The temptation was too great, and self-control was thrown to the winds.