Chapter 16: The Variety of Power
Lin Mu's lips trembled against her thigh.
His tongue, slow and precise, passed again over her folds—still open, still bearing the lingering taste of Jin Rui. The musk had faded slightly, diluted by time and earlier cleaning, but he could still feel it on his tongue. Thick. Slightly bitter. Not his.
Xue Lan reclined above him on a stack of jade cushions, robe discarded entirely now. Her body was flushed, radiant with a post-sex glow. One knee bent up, her thigh exposed to the cool air. Her breasts rose with each slow breath, nipples still stiff and faintly reddened from being sucked and pulled earlier.
She looked utterly satisfied.
And utterly untouchable.
"You've gotten better at this," she murmured. "I barely feel anything leaking now. Not even deep inside."
He didn't respond. Just licked again—slower this time.
She exhaled.
"Mu'er," she said softly, "do you remember the requests from earlier today?"