She held him there, her nose pressed against his abdomen, maintaining the position until tears pricked at the corners of her eyes from the strain and lack of oxygen.
"Please....!" The plea tore from Lu Yuze's throat raw and desperate, all control obliterated under the sustained assault. He needed more than just her mouth, needed the connection of being fully joined, needed to feel her around him in a different way before he lost his mind completely from the overwhelming sensation.
She pulled off with a final wet sound, her lips glistening and swollen from their work, her expression triumphant at having reduced him to such complete desperation. "Soon," she promised, her voice husky and laden with satisfaction at the power she wielded. The single word carried both promise and continued torment, suggesting that she might grant his plea but only when she decided he'd suffered enough, when she was satisfied that he'd been thoroughly broken by her attention.
