Leaning forward, Serena Feng sprawled over Nolan, their bodies pressed together with not a sliver of space between them. Her long, slender legs entwined with his, and she bent to whisper in his ear: "Nolan, what do you think the world would say if they saw the famously abstinent, untouchable Ninth Prince wantonly abandoned beneath me, breathtakingly beautiful and completely undone?"
Serena's soft tongue traced the tip of Nolan's ear, and, just as she expected, his body shuddered almost imperceptibly, his breath quickening.
"Serena, you're playing with fire." Nolan's breath was ragged, his voice rough. He meant to flip her beneath him, but Serena's legs pinned him down, leaving him helpless...
It might have been nothing, but Serena's teasing touch shattered Nolan's restraint. He groaned—a sound torn between pain and pleasure.
This woman was dangerously quick to learn.
Nolan cursed softly, but couldn't bring himself to push the woman off his body.
"Hehe..." Serena's laughter rang out like silver bells—part innocent, part seductive, and a dash of mischief.
"See, Nolan? Anything you can do, I can do too—and even better." With nimble fingers, Serena undid his robe, her small fists roaming across his chest, her lips trailing down to kiss and lick his throat as she slid his clothes off.
Both of them were already aroused—so why should she be the only one undressed while Nolan stayed perfectly clothed? If he wanted her, he had to show some sincerity.
She'd already decided to follow her heart and stop forcing herself to hold back. The only thing she disliked was that this body was only fifteen, still too young and unripe. She wasn't sure she could handle Nolan's demands; if possible, she wished he could wait two more years, at least until she was grown.
But looking at Nolan now, it seemed he couldn't wait. Tonight was hardly the right time, but... intimacy wasn't something you could schedule like official business. Since they'd come this far, there was no point in stopping halfway over and over—holding back too long would only hurt them both.
At this moment, all of Serena's former shyness and innocence had vanished. She was still a little clumsy, but even her awkward efforts managed to genuinely please Nolan.
But Serena was moving too slowly for Nolan, who couldn't help but urge her, "Serena, hurry up..."
"Hurry? How fast?" Serena teased, her hands pausing at Nolan's waist, long fingers playing with his belt as if she might undo it—then didn't.
Fine, Serena admitted she was shy. Wanting and doing were two totally different things—she wasn't sure she could go through with it. Thank goodness it was dark; if Nolan saw her now, blushing from head to toe like a boiled shrimp, he'd probably laugh himself silly.
Serena wanted to curse—she was a physician, after all, and understood the mechanics of reproduction better than most. She could read medical texts with a straight face, but when it came to her own body, it was a whole different story.
Her fingers hovered at his belt for ages, but still didn't undo it. Nolan finally lost patience, flipped her beneath him, but instead of rushing, he kissed the corner of her lips and said hoarsely, "If you're unwilling, I won't force you." He already felt guilty for not being able to give her a proper title—how could he push her further? (Though he didn't say this aloud.)
Nolan lay atop Serena, breathing heavily. His usually cold, impassive face was transformed by desire—lush and stunning, like a peony in full bloom. Too bad neither of them could see it in the dark.
When passion takes over, it's not just women who become alluring—men can be just as seductive. Unfortunately, it was too dark for Serena to see Nolan's beauty in that moment.
"I..." Serena's nose stung with emotion.
She wasn't unwilling, but didn't know how to say it. Yet almost against her will, the word "willing" slipped out...