Seville knelt on one knee, which sank into the soft furs, and pressed gently against Su An'an's side.
Her mind was hazy, and she instinctively curled up, but he grasped the back of her neck and held her in place.
"Don't move."
Seville's rough fingers brushed against the fair, tender side of her neck, sending a shiver through her.
Golden Energy seeped from his fingertips into Su An'an's body.
But she arched her back in pain as the Hexagram mark on the small of her back began to flash violently.
"It hurts!"
She murmured breathlessly, her rosy lips parting slightly in a silent invitation.
Seville's gaze darkened, and he leaned down.
Their noses touched, their breaths mingling.
"Does it still hurt?"
His low, hoarse voice, thick with his masculine scent, washed over her as she trembled.
"Not enough!"
Su An'an reached out and wrapped her arms around Seville's neck, rubbing her soft cheek against the side of his neck.
