Unspoken Desires

Unable to hold back, he slid his tongue deeper, teasing every sensitive spot as he intertwined with him.

A soft, wet sound filled the space between them, and Shen Xinghui reacted instantly.

Unused to pleasure, his body heated up in an instant.

His lips parted helplessly, unable to swallow down the excess saliva that dripped down, making the scene all the more indecent.

Even that sight alone gnawed at the edges of Ignatius's control.

His fingers traced over Shen Xinghui's body, as if confirming his presence.

The softness molded against his palm as though inviting his touch.

When he stroked down his chest, then his stomach, the body in his arms writhed in response.

That seductive movement made even Ignatius feel tormented.

He had never felt this excited before.

His mind was solely consumed by the thought of claiming Shen Xinghui—but he couldn't let himself be swept away.