Chapter 48: Licked Clean, Claimed Again
Xue Lan didn't move right away.
She knelt upright on the bed, legs folded beneath her, body glistening from chin to thigh in the warm glow of lanternlight. Her hair hung in damp strands over her shoulders, matted with streaks of cum that clung to her temple and jawline. Her face was a mess of dried and dripping lust—her cheeks painted, her lashes clumped from the splash across her eyes, her lips glossy and parted, trailing thick strings that still clung to the curve of her chin.
Her breasts were magnificent in the glow—plump, flushed, and soaked. Cum beaded across the soft swells, dribbled from her stiffened nipples, and streaked downward toward her flat stomach, where it pooled into her navel and spilled over the faint line leading to her mound. Trails glistened over her thighs, caught in the dip of her hips and between the creases of her knees.
She looked utterly desecrated.
And yet, her eyes were calm.
She looked down at Lin Mu, still kneeling at the edge of the bed, his hands trembling, his cock throbbing, his eyes wide with shame and reverence.
"I need to be cleaned," she said.
Her voice was soft, almost breathy, but held that cruel sweetness he knew so well. Then she added, "Slowly. I want to feel your tongue on every inch."
He moved forward like a priest crawling toward the altar of his goddess.
His knees touched the bed.
His hands didn't dare rise from his thighs.