You like Me to be Rough With You

 

The air crackled with unspoken desires as Ye Yang lay beneath her, his body still trembling from the aftermath of their first encounter.

 

He looked up at her, his eyes wide with a mixture of awe and apprehension.

 

She smiled, a slow, predatory curve gracing her lips. "Don't worry, Ye Yang," she purred, her voice a silken caress. "There's still much more to explore."

 

With that, she leaned down and began to trail kisses along his jawline, her tongue tasting the salt of his sweat. He moaned softly, his body responding instantly to her touch.

 

She moved lower, her lips lingering on his chest, then his stomach. He felt a shiver crawl down his spine as she reached the juncture of his thighs, her fingers tracing lazy circles around his sensitive flesh.

 

He gasped, his breath catching in his throat. "Don't tease me," he groaned, his voice rough with desire.