"Please~...."
Ye Hongyan whimpered, her voice a fragile, broken thread of sound.
Haoran smirked, his golden eyes burning with a dark, triumphant satisfaction as he looked down at her completely surrendered form.
The silent, suffocating presence of the paralyzed Elder Mu just a few feet away only added a sharp, thrilling edge of dominance to the air.
"With pleasure," he whispered.
He lifted her easily, her lightened, suppressed body offering no resistance as he guided her thighs around his waist.
He positioned her perfectly over him, the wet silk of her panties pushed aside to reveal her dripping, swollen warmth.
Slowly, deliberately, Haoran sank into her.
"Ah! Haoran—!"
Hongyan gasped, her head throwing back as her spine arched into a perfect, elegant curve.
The sensation of his thick, unyielding length stretching her, filling her completely to the absolute brim after a millennium of cold isolation, sent a physical shockwave of pure ecstasy straight to her core.
