Han Jue's mind was utterly gone. The sheer, relentless pleasure of her hands, her boldness, her eyes… it was too much for his hard earned restraint.
He had never felt such intense, chaotic sensation. He had reached the point of no return. The proud wolf was nowhere in sight, only a helpless husband remained.
With a sudden, violent intake of breath, Han Jue realized he had come right there in her soft hands. The shock, the shame, and the overwhelming release hit him simultaneously.
In that instant, Han Jue finally lost himself.
He immediately gripped her hips hard and, with a powerful surge of strength, lifted himself off the ground, her still sitting on him.
As he stood, she clung to him in surprise.
"What happened?" she exclaimed, shocked by the sudden shift in power.
He looked down at her, his eyes dark and intense, a primal fire burning in their depths.
"No, it is my time, Lan Lan," he said slowly, his voice rough. "You have had your fun."
