His intense movements made Mo Ran dizzy and soon drained her of strength. His dominance was always so overpowering, easily breaching her defenses and shaking her heart.
Her heart raced, and Mo Ran suspected she would die of cerebral hyperemia!
But she couldn’t struggle, and part of her didn’t even want to.
Such a feeling was truly easy to sink into; she despised herself for it.
Suddenly lifted upright, Mo Ran exclaimed as Gu Yixuan had already placed her on the table, his body pressing tightly against hers.
Kisses descended again, increasingly fervent. Mo Ran leaned her neck back in a mess, frowning in a blend of pain and pleasure. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ N()velFire.net
Her hands involuntarily embraced his neck, giving Gu Yixuan the convenience of using his hands.
A hand suddenly landed on her chest; she slightly opened her eyes, then under the assault of his feverish kisses, closed them in a daze.
It wasn’t until his advances became more brazen that she fully awoke.
The man simply would not listen, his eyes dark and hazy, covered with a thin layer of mist. All that occupied his mind was one thought—to have her, to have her!
Licking his sensual red lips, his kisses moved to her neck, and down the path to bury in her chest.
"Gu Yixuan... stop... the child..." Mo Ran’s thoughts were also in disarray, but her duties as a mother preserved the last bit of her lucidity.
Gu Yixuan’s movements paused slightly but showed no intention of letting go. His voice hoarse and seductive, he said, "Accompany me to dinner, or I won’t stop."
Mo Ran’s mind was muddled, unable to guess that this was his ploy. Gu Yixuan cared so much for the child, how could he disregard the child’s welfare and not stop?
"Okay..." She hurriedly agreed, after all, it was just a meal, and that should be fine.
Getting her nod, the man kissed her lips again before gently helping her to sit steadily and straightened her clothes.
The passion just now was too intense; with his sudden departure, Mo Ran began to feel somewhat empty inside.
She looked down to hide the emotions in her eyes, her hands trembling as she tidied up her clothes.
The man caught her hands, gently placing them to the sides, and continued to tidy up for her.
His actions were earnest, every touch as if dealing with the most precious thing, making Mo Ran’s heart panic.
Her panic stemmed from the fear that she would fall into his tenderness, unable to extricate herself thereafter.