"Gege, wha—?"
The question died in his throat, replaced by a sharp, gasping cry as Jian Ci entered him in one long, brutal thrust. There was no preparation, no gentle stretch. Just the immediate, shocking fullness of Jian Ci sheathing himself completely inside him. Yu Xi's head dropped, a strangled sound tearing from his lips. It was too much, it was overwhelming, it was…perfect.
The pain from the sudden invasion melted instantly into a scorching wave of pure, undiluted pleasure. Jian Ci's erratic psychic energy wasn't an attack now. It was a feedback loop, amplifying every sensation, every nerve ending screaming with an awareness Yu Xi had never known. He didn't bother to restrain his cries. Why would he? Each punishing thrust punched a ragged moan from his lungs.
