By the end of the hour, Li Ruoxi was utterly spent.
Her once-fierce resistance had crumbled into broken, incoherent moans.
Her body convulsed weakly with every new stroke of his tongue, too sensitive, too exhausted to do anything but take it.
Finally, with one last, masterful swirl of his long tongue across her abused pink pearl, she reached a peak so intense it shattered what little strength she had left.
Her eyes rolled back, a final, shuddering cry tearing from her throat as her entire body went rigid then limp.
Li Ruoxi passed out cold, falling into absolute exhaustion and deep, dreamless sleep, her chest still rising and falling rapidly, her swollen, glistening folds twitching from the aftershocks.
Lin Feng finally lifted his head, his face glistening with her love juices.
He looked down at her unconscious, thoroughly satisfied form with a smug, satisfied smirk.
She had given a good fight… but in the end, it was never enough against a true immortal like him.
