Demon Emperor's Wild Husband

Zhao Yang could not bring himself to pull away from him. He was lost in the kiss; his mind was not working properly. He mȯȧnėd when Li Jun teasingly suċkėd his bottom lip. He opened his mouth for him, and their tongues mingled with each other. Zhao Yang felt as though his body was loosening, melting. He felt completely defenceless against him. Li Jun pulled back to let Zhao Yang breathe. Zhao Yang whimpered at the loss of Li Jun's lips, wanting more.

Li Jun was on the brink of losing his sanity. He could not resist Zhao Yang anymore. Zhao Yang could feel something hard pressing against his thɨġhs. Li Jun affectionately kissed Zhao Yang on the lips, just a small peck, in an attempt to satisfy the hunger within him.

Not wanting to trespass any boundaries Zhao Yang might have, Li Jun began to detach himself from Zhao Yang. Suddenly, Zhao Yang grabbed his arm and said, "I'm ready."

Li Jun's eyes uncontrollably darkened. He returned to Zhao Yang and cupped the back of his neck, lightly brushing his lips against Zhao Yang 's. He ġrȯȧnėd in annoyance at Li Jun's teasing and made the first move in their kiss. Zhao Yang thought he was going to lead it until Li Jun pressed him onto the bed securely and kissed him firmly. Li Jun wrapped on of his muscular arms around Zhao Yang 's waist and deepened their kiss. Slowly, he lowered himself on top of Zhao Yang until their ċhėsts pressed against each other. Zhao Yang was trapped.

Every time they kissed; Zhao Yang would lose himself. Zhao Yang could never bring himself to resist Li Jun's intoxicating lips. His hands glided up Li Jun's ċhėst hesitantly, whilst his mouth mimicked his actions.

He grunted in approval. Li Jun bit the bottom of Zhao Yang's lip, causing him to let out a gasp. Li Jun took this chance to shove his tongue into his mouth. Zhao Yang whimpered at the invasion and the sensation of their tongues colliding. His hands found themselves sliding up Li Jun's back, hugging him. Then he pulled back. Zhao Yang let out a cry at his loss, one that fanned his member a little too much.

"Are you sure?" His voice was huskier and deeper than the last time he remembered.

Zhao Yang stared deeply into his eyes, his heart racing. His breathing was laboured, just like his. Zhao Yang wondered how one could have eyes dark as midnight. He could see his reflection in his eyes. Tenderly, he reached his hand up and touched Li Ju's face. He brought his hands over Zhao Yang 's and leaned his face into his palm. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach. Zhao Yang was nervous about the outcome, but he was very certain that he was ready. He gave a small nod.

"My love, express it through words." Li Jun kissed his palm like it was his lips. Zhao Yang thought that was the end of it until he began to trail kisses down his slender wrist, teasingly, while maintaining eye contact with him. Zhao Yang could feel his toes curl when he stared him in the eyes. Lust. Love. Adoration. Desire.. So many things could be used to describe his raven eyes.