If his hands weren't being held, Jiang Cheng would have ripped off his clothes at the purring of his name. Again, it's like a direct lover's caress to his nerves, sending his blood on fire. He pants hotly and moans as the ties of his belt are worked. As soon as it's loose, he grabs it and tosses it into a corner of the room. Then he reaches for the ties of his vambraces, trying to tear every stitch of clothing off of himself.

"Everywhere," he snaps, "I need you everywhere. I need you to touch me, to fuck me," he moans deeply.