“Mmm… wait,” Qiao Li murmured, not raising her hands. Her top, halfway up, got stuck.

Feng Yi struggled to contain himself. The mere act of kissing her made his breath hot and ragged. He panted, his voice hoarse with need. “I can’t wait. Give it to me. I can’t hold back anymore.”

The hard ridge of his arousal pressed insistently against her lower abdomen, only intensifying his desire and making the ache worse.

He stopped thrusting against her, instead arching his back and lowering his head to kiss the exposed skin of her chest and stomach, his movements possessive and demanding.

Qiao Li shivered at the ticklish sensation. The slightest movement from her gave him the opportunity to pin both her hands above her head against the door, immobilizing her.

“Let’s go to the bed, okay? Don’t stand here—” she began, trying to reason with Feng Yi as he nuzzled against her chest. Suddenly, he nudged her bra aside with his nose, freeing her br3ast. He took her n1pple into his mouth with a groan.

Qiao Li’s legs weakened from the sensation, and she stumbled, only to be caught and pulled flush against him.

He was ravenous, like a starved young animal, lavishing attention on her br3ast with his tongue and lips.

This was the first time Qiao Li had seen him so unrestrained in his desire. Pinned beneath him, she was powerless to resist. The complete domination was unsettling, yet it sparked a thrill within her, a feeling of forced submission.

“Don’t… stop… Feng Yi, stop,” she pleaded, her back pressed against the hard door, her legs trembling as his strong arms held her captive. The feeling was overwhelming. “Mmm… Okay,” he mumbled around her n1pple, unclear if he’d even heard her, continuing to suckle and lick.

She couldn’t withstand the onslaught. A tingling ache spread through her lower abdomen, and moisture bloomed between her legs.

She bit down on his shoulder. His breath hitched, and he groaned, lifting his head to seek her lips.

His tongue quickly tangled with hers. The kiss stole her strength, and she sagged against him, his hands supporting her hips.

Unable to bear it any longer, Qiao Li lifted her skirt. Feng Yi followed her movement, his hands cupping her bvttocks once the fabric was bunched around her waist, his touch separated from her skin only by the thin silk of her panties.

"Cond0ms… ha… in my bag…" she gasped, her breath coming in ragged bursts.

Feng Yi released her and crouched down, rummaging through her bag on the floor for the cond0ms.

Looking up, he saw Qiao Li, now separated from his heated body, instinctively cupping her br3ast with one hand while the other rubbed between her legs.

Her eyes were glazed. Her top was still caught halfway up, her br3ast exposed, swollen and misshapen from his attentions. Her skirt was hiked up to her waist, revealing her long, shapely legs encased in stockings. The image was both er0tic and decadent.

Something snapped in Feng Yi’s mind. He gasped, forgetting to breathe, tearing open the c0ndom packet without looking, relying on touch to roll it on. He buried his face in the valley between her br3asts.

Her n1pples, hardened by his touch, glistened. His movements were rough, sucking and licking, creating shameful sounds.

“Hurry… are you done…?” Qiao Li urged, desperate for release. A damp stain spread across her stockings.

Feng Yi finally finished with the c0ndom and pulled her against him, his hand fumbling between her legs.

The damp silk of her stockings felt slick and clinging against his skin.

“Your stockings are so wet…” he murmured, pressing and rubbing against her through the fabric. She cried out, clinging to his shoulders, her weight supported by his hand as she ground against his fingers.

She was so weak she could barely stand. Feng Yi lifted her chin. “Hold onto me.”

She obeyed, clinging to him as he carried her inside. Lost in a heated kiss, they stumbled together.

Feng Yi placed her on the hallway cabinet. She leaned back, her hands braced on the cool marble surface, her legs spread wide. “Ha… help me take these off…”

The bright overhead light shone directly on her, illuminating the dark stain on the crotch of her stockings.

Feng Yi’s mind was a haze. He tugged at her stockings almost roughly.

Qiao Li lifted her hips to help, but his frantic, clumsy movements only snagged the stockings. She reached down to assist, but his grip was too tight. Frustrated, she hooked her toes around his groin.