Ye Feimo was enraged. He suddenly swept her into his arms, threw her onto the bed, and lunged after her. His tall, lean body pressed down on hers, and his kiss followed, utterly devoid of tenderness, gnawing at her lips like a wild beast.
Wen Nuan lay like a puppet, allowing him to kiss her relentlessly.
Ye Feimo's actions were so brutal it was as if the woman beneath him was his sworn enemy. His furious lust swept over Wen Nuan's body like a wildfire. She lay still, her eyes vacant, shutting down all her senses.
It was as if only by doing this could she protect herself from further harm.
His lips pressed against hers, sucking until they ached and swelled. Ye Feimo forcibly pried open her teeth, invading her mouth. His savage ravaging and anger ignited his desire.
Since she lay so submissively, letting him take what he wanted, why should he be polite?
She was right; this was what he had always wanted.
He only desired this beautiful body. What did her heart have to do with him?
