Breaking Through The Clouds

Chapter 89

Warning!! This chapter contains NSFW content!! Skip it, if you feel uncomfortable!

The kiss went from the palm to the base of his finger, to the pulp, and then Jiang Ting felt that the tip of his finger was being bitten. The stinging pain from the canine teeth and the slight itchy feeling of the tongue licking were transmitted to his nerves at the same time. He reflexively broke away from the confinement of Yan Xie's teeth and looked down, only to see a faint wet gleam on his ring finger and a few clearly visible teeth marks.

"Are you a dog... umph!..."

Jiang Ting's thighs were separated by Yan Xie's knees, and he forcibly squeezed himself between his legs. Although the two of them maintained a close standing position, their lower bodies were entangled in a dangerously intimate posture, and the hard thing was extraordinarily prominent despite being separated by a layer of fabric from their pants.

"I'm here to ask for my birthday present," Yan Xie whispered in Jiang Ting's ear.

Jiang Ting gritted his teeth and said, "...I'll go to buy you a present tomorrow."

"No, I can't wait for tomorrow."

"Then what do you want?"

Yan Xie's laughed amidst the gurgling sound of the boiling water, and through his pants, he pushed forward a little with evil intention and aggression. He had been hard since he entered the house, and there seemed to be no tendency to soften at all. Instead, he was getting more and more congested and hot, and even the frequency of the pulsation of the blue veins was clearly transmitted to Jiang Ting's skin through the fabric.

"Not much," He said, "I'll give you a present instead."

Jiang Ting pulled away to leave, but Yan Xie moved faster. He bent down and lifted his knees, carried him on his shoulders, and walked out of the pantry to the master bedroom in a few steps. He didn't stop at the bedside but directly entered the bathroom, kicked the door shut, and then put Jiang Ting down on the ground, pushing him into the corner and holding him firmly.

With Yan Xie's stature, he felt extremely oppressive in the relatively small space of the bathroom, leaving Jiang Ting with no way to escape. He was directly clamped on the waist and hips and was forced to stare at the other in this face-to-face position.

"Why run?"

"..."

"Don't you like me?"

Jiang Ting's lips moved but he pursed them again.

Yan Xie's facial features were indeed a bit different from the current popular aesthetics. He had pure male aggression with sharp and tough lines, handsome and spirited but not very honest-looking. When he looked at someone from top to bottom, his eyes would narrow slightly; the small bone at the bridge of his nose was straighter than the back of a knife, and every pore on his body exuded the fierceness and banditry that he had cultivated in his career as a criminal policeman for more than ten years.

"Speak." Yan Xie approached slowly, his lips almost touching Jiang Ting's lips when he spoke: "Don't you like me?"

Jiang Ting opened his mouth to answer something but was suddenly grabbed by the neck.

This kiss was different from every previous one. In the close entanglement, the organ of Yan Xie's lower body that was so hard that it almost jumped out, kept pressing against Jiang Ting's thighs. At the same time, the tongue also imitated this frequency and slammed into his mouth. The exact same movement on the top and bottom made Jiang Ting suddenly have an extremely absurd and erotic feeling, as if a barrier that he had always guarded cautiously suddenly cracked, and Yan Xie's overwhelming lust slammed into every crack, pouring his fiery breath into his body.