[Warning: Sexual content up ahead]

  When his hips met her, she discovered his skills went beyond kissing. She closed her eyes to enjoy the sensations. Her groans turned into a desperate whimper. Their lips met once again and he bit down, much harder than her. He followed the same path: down her jaw, biting almost savagely along the way.

  Pain and pleasure combined into ecstasy as he devoured her neck, his hands roamed up her back beneath her shirt. His lips suddenly left her neck. Her eyes flew open in need.

  Mo Qingchen stared straight at her, looking absolutely feral. "Tell me what you want," he demanded.

  "More," she managed to stammer out in a barely audible whisper. "More," she repeated again, a little clearer this time. If she could, she would have painted it on the wall in chocolate.

  In a blink, her shirt was on the floor. His black eyes focused solely on her black satin bra. His hands stilled on her hips so firmly, she couldn't grind against him. Mo Qingchen held her in place, directly against his very prominent bulge. It throbbed beneath her, teasing her relentlessly.

  The man was trying to kill her.

  Her chest heaved up and down as she did her best to regain control. Other than the few groans and the growl she got from him, he remained as cool as ever, while she became a panting, sex-starved beggar… all from a kiss.

  She wanted to rattle his cage, make him lose a bit of his militant control. She brought her fingertips to the front clasp of her bra. His eyes widened in anticipation, sending tingles all over her body.

  Why did she so desperately want to unhinge this man?

  At the precise moment, the good girl in her poked through. "I want this… but…"

  His eyes slowly dragged up to her face. "What are your expectations?"

  Her expectations? She had no clue. Who could even think straight with him throbbing beneath her?

  "Honesty and respect," she began talking, just blurting out whatever came to mind. "I don't expect you to be soft and gentle and fall in love with me. But I want you to respect my body." He seemed relieved by that.

  "I would never make you do anything you didn't want to. I will only follow your lead," he swore. "Is the agreement still on?" This seemed a genuine concern for him.

  "Yes," she nodded. "We are consenting adults."

  "Then, there certainly won't be a problem on my side," he replied with conviction.

  His lips were blood-red from being thoroughly savaged by her. "It's definitely unwise to start here," she prompted. "Do you want to leave it at this?"

  His eyes lingered down to her cleavage, shamelessly ogling her goods. He was definitely a boob man. Her fingertips still clasped the front of her bra. Mo Qingchen stared for a moment before his eyes shot up to meet hers. She expected to find turmoil and conflict but instead found resolution.

  "If you knew what I wanted, you would run out that door." His eyes flickered to the door and back to her.

  "Are you trying to scare me?" she asked curiously.

  "No." He ran a finger beneath her chin. "If I wanted to scare you, I wouldn't need to try."

  Qian Meng chuckled. "Says the bid, bad dragon," she teased with a playful grin. "Does scaring young girls turn you on?"

  "Quite the opposite." He gave her a grin of his own. "Meek, cowering women are highly unattractive. I much prefer persuasive dry humpers."

  "You need to work on your complimenting skills." She laughed. "Lucky for you, I seem to like snobby boob munchers."

  "So, I hear." His cocky tone made her want to smack him.

  "Don't be so smug." Her eyes narrowed as she moved in closer. "I could make you roar without even breaking a sweat."

  "Is that a challenge?" His brow rose.

  "No." She shook her head. "It's a promise." She leaned in and bit down on his earlobe, real hard. She bit all along the outer shell of his ear. His breathing got heavier, which turned her on more than it should have.

  She pulled away slightly and saw her reflection in his gaze. Damn, he had fired her up. After a few moments of lustful staring, he sat up, crushing his mouth against hers.

  Kissing Mo Qingchen was hotter than any sexual act she had ever imagined. It had to be the licking and biting, or maybe it was the savage way he fed. Whatever it was, holding in her moans became unbearably painful. Something had to be done.

  Abruptly, she broke the kiss and pushed him back against the futon. Just looking at him nearly made her groan.

  Damn those eyes.

  She popped the clasp open, the pretty satin cups fell off to the side, exposing her to his scorching gaze.

  "Exceptional," he spoke to her breasts, his hands immediately coming up to cup them.

  She garbled unintelligibly, not expecting his touch. She had to close her eyes. She couldn't look at him. Her hips started to move. What was he doing with those fingers?

  Her breathing became erratic. She managed to keep herself from panting too heavily until she felt his lips latch onto her nipple. Her eyes fluttered open. She watched as he twirled his talented tongue around the edge before sucking it into his mouth, just like one of those strawberries.

  The most obscene moan she had ever heard erupted from her mouth. For the sake of her own sanity, she tried to look away, but she just couldn't. He bit down and her hands dove into his hair.

  He released the nipple with a loud pop and looked up at her. "You are delicious."

  She wanted to thank him for the compliment, but couldn't speak. Breathing was her main focus. He leaned forward and dipped his finger in the chocolate, bringing it over to her glistening nipple, coating it completely.

  "I'm still hungry," he said to her breast, which he held firmly in his hand.