Their eyes met—one dominant, the other submissive.
-PAH-
Suddenly, Hei Fei slapped him, hard. Feng Wei's wet face snapped to the side. But instead of shock or any other negative emotion, his eyes became intoxicated with lust as if instead of getting a hurtful slap he got an affectionate kiss.
Hei Fei smiled at his reaction, clearly pleased. She stood up and then sat down on a nearby stone. Feng Wei, like a loyal pet, traced her every curve & move with his eyes. The moment she sat, he turned to face her, his head bowed low.
Hei Fei's scarred and tattooed body, wet with sweat and other fluids looked like a Moon lily drenched in night dew, she gleamed in the moonlight like a dangerous, malevolent spirit of the night—and yet, it was one of the most beautiful things Feng wei had ever seen, a vision bordering between beauty and lethal power.
She crossed her legs, her yin flower dripping, wetting the stone beneath her. She gently swung her right leg.