Five hours later, Lin Feng finally stepped out of the inner chambers, his broad shoulders relaxed and his powerful frame radiating an aura of complete, bone deep satisfaction.
A faint, obvious smile lingered on his lips as he adjusted the collar of his robe with casual ease, the fabric still carrying the faint scent of their shared passion… musky, sweet, and unmistakably intimate.
Behind him, Su Muyao emerged on trembling legs, each step a careful effort to maintain her composure.
Her once elegant gait was now slow and unsteady, her thighs pressing together instinctively as if to contain the overwhelming aftermath of their union.
A deep, lingering blush painted her cheeks a vivid crimson, spreading all the way down her neck and across the delicate swell of her huge bosom, which rose and fell with every shallow breath.
