88) How Can I Possibly Sleep

The unholy whispers spreading along the corners of the bed aided the intensity of their act. Mo Fengshi had never discovered such greed and passion in his desires before.

If Xiao Jane won't stop him, he might go all the way.

"Xiao Jane..., what are you? Every inch of your skin is making my heart race in excitement. Stop me, or else I might not control myself..."

The woman lying beneath him, looked gorgeous. Her wavy hair scattered along the pillow corners, lip tint smudged and clothes disheveled. And the expression she made, while saying,

"Kiss me more....,"

In one swift motion, his hands glided inside her shirt, his fingers igniting the heat lying inside those soft plums of her.

She knew he could go animalistic, but when his bare hands are finally touching her half naked, she realised how dangerous this man and his desires can be.