"D-Don't come close…"
Qian Yaoyao pleaded, voice trembling, but it was useless. He leaned down, tongue dragging across her cheek, licking away the last traces of shame, making her shiver and freeze.
Then he forced his mouth onto hers, tongue driving deep, tasting the faint metallic tang of blood from her bitten lips.
He didn't stop, kissing her hard, then dragging his mouth down to her pale neck, sucking and biting, leaving dark red marks.
She withered under his touch, Qian Yaoyao's delicate body arching on the cold floor, every line trembling with shame and cold sensation. Lying on her back, she was a vision of helpless beauty, a slender S-curve at her waist, perfect for gripping and forcing into submission. Her small, snowy breasts were impossibly soft, almost childish in their innocence, the faintest blush of pink forming barely-there areolas and a tiny red nipple, already hard from anticipation and dread.
