I sank into the soft pillows and quilt, my body feeling heavy, my arms draped limply beside me as I defenselessly weathered a storm of passion.
Yan Luo pulled my arm toward him, kissing the scarred wound there again and again, then held me tightly, continuing to demand more as if he would never grow weary.
When it was all over, his breathing gradually returned to normal, and I drifted off to sleep, curled up in his embrace.
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