The master suite was a pressure cooker of sexual energy, the air so thick with the scent of moon-chilled nectar and raw, primal musk that every breath felt like drinking a potent aphrodisiac. Shen Yu stood over them like a dark god, his 9th Stage Qi vibrating through the very floorboards, his golden eyes burning with a light that stripped them of every remaining shred of modesty.
Shlukk... Shlukk... Shlukk-nnn!
With a guttural growl that sounded more like a beast than a man, Shen Yu gripped the dark emerald tresses of Meng Yan, pulling his stone-hard length from her throat with a wet, echoing pop.
Pop!
Meng Yan let out a shattered, needy whimper. Her hazel eyes were dazed, her pupils dilated as she stared at the void he left behind, her tongue still flicking toward the empty air as if trying to recapture the heat. But the disappointment was scorched away by what she saw next.
