His l1bido was so strong, it actually made him feel insecure. Who didn't want to be a considerate and polite person? But his c0ck just kept getting hard, and he couldn't help it. Though they both knew what he was like in bed, Zhou Ye still tried his best to be gentle with her, afraid she'd fully realize just how s3x-crazed he'd been a short while ago. She was so innocent; being his girlfriend was probably a bit much for her… unfair in many ways.

"I'll take you home," Zhou Ye thought, nuzzling his face against her neck, his straight nose gently rubbing against her skin. Xia Yao's neck twisted away almost involuntarily. She still hadn't recovered, tears still staining her cheeks and the tips of her ears. She didn't speak, her voice muffled.

"Don't ignore me." Zhou Ye sought her gaze, his expression earnest. His body, honed by years of exercise, was sculpted with defined muscles. As he propped himself up on one arm, the muscles flexed subtly, the clean lines of his collarbone dipping. His hair was a little messy, falling across his forehead, and his beautiful eyes held undeniable guilt and apology.

In the dim light, Xia Yao looked up at him through the tangled strands of her black hair, her heart pounding. They had really just made love. Xia Yao lowered her head slightly, a blush spreading across her face, a mixture of shyness and the lingering afterglow of their passion. She wanted to say she wasn't angry, but when she looked up and saw beads of sweat trickling down the contours of his chest and abs, the tightness returned to the core of her being, still tingling from his touch.

"I…" The words she wanted to say turned into a strange moan, almost like a whimper of pleasure. The tingling in her lower abdomen and cl*t intensified, and she could only blush deeper as she pressed her hand against Zhou Ye's chest, trying to create some distance. His pectoral muscles felt firm beneath her touch, and the tips of her fingers began to tingle.

"Do you want to touch me?" Zhou Ye's voice was soft. He looked down at her fingers on his chest, knowingly capturing her hand and pressing it against his muscles. The devil, when claiming her body, had used only kneading and thrusting to make her feel. Remembering his almost punishing lovemaking, Xia Yao looked up at him, her blush deepening, rendering her speechless.

"No…" She really wasn't angry with him. She was filled with desire, yet also a little afraid of his body. The pleasure had been so intense she thought she might die, violated to the point where nothing felt like her own anymore, only his. She was powerless to resist that feeling. His gaze had become serious and clear, yet she couldn't help but remember the feeling of him inside her, so stimulating, so overwhelming. Even though it hadn't been long since they'd finished, she found herself wanting him again, wanting his hardness inside her, wanting to be tangled up with him in the hotel room. She shouldn't want him again so soon, not after he'd nearly taken her apart.

"I'll go see if the rain has stopped," Zhou Ye said, breaking the silence. He got up, gathering his scattered clothes and putting them on as he walked barefoot towards the window. Standing there, he tied the drawstring of his pants, then, hearing a rustling from the bed, he couldn't resist glancing back at her. She had propped herself up on the nightstand, her slender, pale legs still trembling slightly. Her bvttocks were round and peach-like, her delicate waist incredibly slim. 

Her snow-white back, marked with faint bruises, resembled a butterfly at rest, a few strands of soft black hair trailing down, disheveled from their lovemaking. There were noticeable marks on her waist and inner thighs, and from the curve of her back, he could see the swell of her bre4sts.

Her bre4sts were so big. Before he could stop himself, Zhou Ye's throat bobbed, and his recently subsided er3ction sprang back to life. He swallowed, his lips pressed together, ashamed as he fought the urge to go back to her and knead her br3asts, taking deep breaths to compose himself.