Chapter 21: ( R-18 ) Above the clouds, Dragon dominate Phoenix.
He placed her to the ornate bed.
"Mmm..."
The bed beneath her was a sea of clouds woven from phoenix silk, soft enough to cradle immortals, yet now it bore the weight of mortal sin.
Her embarrassment clung to her like dew upon petals at dawn, damp with the shame of release and the scent of unspoken desire.
She dared not meet Zhao Fan's gaze, for his eyes saw through layers, of cloth, of pride, of soul, and stripped her bare with mere presence alone.
Zhao did not pounce like a beast, nor swoop like a fiend. No, he descended slowly, methodically, as if honoring the art of ruin.
His fingers brushed along the master's collarbone, that fragile bridge between mortal restraint and divine ecstasy, and his lips followed, warm and deliberate, planting kisses that felt more like seals of an eternal contract.
Mwaaaaah* Muwaaaaahhhhh*
"Eee..."
Her breath hitched with each touch, and yet she exhaled with relief, as if she'd been waiting her entire ascetic life for this precise undoing.
Her thighs parted without command, like twin lotuses blooming in moonlight, revealing the pool of nectar that shamed even the sacred dew of Kunlun's spring.