"Does it feel good, Xiaodai?" he asked hoarsely, wanting to know how she felt.
"Mm..." She responded with a heavy, breathy voice. Song Guanyu frowned, struggling a bit, still not quite used to Ye Yansheng. Moving slightly, she felt the pulsing sensation.
His eyes were deep. His broad hand held her waist, stopping her.
The dimples on her back were immediately covered by his hand. He was satisfied with her response. "Want to keep being my pendant?"
He watched her nod.
"Then hold on tight, Song Xiaodai." For their first intimate encounter, he wanted her to have a wonderful experience.
They spent an extremely decadent night. On the bed, by the floor-to-ceiling window, against the wall. When she was pressed against the wall, weak and parched, her body would slide down. But Ye Yansheng would catch her just in time, lifting her up, securing her firmly at his hip, letting her tears fall, then licking them away with his tongue.
"Xiaodai, you're amazing," he murmured huskily.
He used his arms to keep her from falling, then propped her with one arm. From the side, he picked up a glass of water, took a sip, then found her lips and kissed her, transferring the water from his mouth to hers, letting her replenish.
Song Guanyu, parched, immediately latched onto the source, kissing him passionately. The room was filled with heat, sticky sounds. Some water escaped from the corners of their mouths, trickling down their chins and chests, finally disappearing into their hidden, intimate areas.
After feeding her several mouthfuls of water, he set the glass aside and continued.
Song Guanyu was going crazy. This was the third time!
He pressed her firmly against the wall, with no escape. Her only retreat was into him. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, a sob in her voice. "Dr. Ye, aren't you done yet?"
She felt like she was dying.
Ye Yansheng paused. The sudden address at this moment made his dark eyes even deeper. They were legally married; everything they did was legal and reasonable. Yet her calling him "Dr. Ye" at this moment created a strange thrill and an obscure sense of novelty, making every pore on his body contract and expand, fueling his darker impulses.
Song Guanyu didn't know that her simple address had tensed his body and stirred his inner turmoil.
He gripped her chin, lifting it. Looking down at her already swollen lips, he asked with concern, "Does your mouth hurt?"
Song Guanyu, tears in her eyes, nodded repeatedly. "It hurts." Her lips were burning, the result of constant kissing.
Suddenly, his strong male scent engulfed her lips. In between, he said, "Let it hurt for now. I'll apply medicine later."
Song Guanyu was stunned. "...You!"
"Shh, I'm kissing you. Focus," he soothed.
Then he took in all her breath, aggressively rolling her tongue until even the tip of her tongue ached.
Song Guanyu felt like she was suffocating. Ye Yansheng was so wicked, she thought, while still conscious.
Her slender hands rested on his neck, sticky with sweat. She had no strength left; she swayed weakly with his movements, occasionally scratching his back, creating a ticklish sensation.
In the final stage, Song Guanyu sobbed, biting his shoulder again.
Soon, the color on the carpet deepened, like a beautiful water ripple soaked in.
When they finally cleaned up in the bathroom, Song Guanyu sat in the bathtub, covered in thick bubbles, looking too rosy and tender, like a ripe peach waiting to be plucked.
Ye Yansheng's Adam's apple bobbed, deep black in his eyes signaling not enough. He couldn't help himself—he pulled her onto his lap, despite her weak protest, her lips forming a pout.
Her lips surrendered, her body constantly surrendering. They had one more round in the steamy bathroom.
But this time, Ye Yansheng was much gentler.
Ye Yansheng's stamina exceeded her imagination. She couldn't count how many times they had been together.
Each time, they unlocked a new experience. She was completely drained, then thoroughly drenched by him again, like a wilted flower revived by sufficient water, thriving.
The little pendant was thoroughly saturated, completely overwhelmed. She could no longer hold on; she curled up lazily in his broad embrace. Her face, pressed by gravity, bulged on one side—adorable.
Lying in the crook of his arm, Song Guanyu's lips were crimson, her lashes wet with moisture, tear stains at the corners of her eyes. The flush on her cheeks still lingered. She breathed softly toward his collar, her eyes closed, frowning, still muttering, "Dr. Ye... it's... broken."
She kept calling him Dr. Ye.
In the darkness, Ye Yansheng heard her cute sleep-talking. He held her tighter, kissed the tip of her round nose, and coaxed, "I just checked. It's not broken. You don't know how amazing you were. Sleep now."
He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Good night, baby Xiaodai."
With his low, pleasant voice, Song Guanyu fell into deep sleep, thinking, 'Tomorrow, I'll make Ye Yansheng pay. He's too bully.'
But Ye Yansheng couldn't get enough of looking at her. He occasionally rubbed his face against hers, occasionally pinched her little ear. In short, he stayed awake the whole night, watching her sleeping face.
He felt utterly sated, as if he couldn't look at her enough.
He played with a strand of her hair, winding it around his fingers. The red ribbon was still around her waist, rising and falling with her breathing.
Ye Yansheng smiled at the sight.
The belated wedding night was, in the end, perfectly complete.
Author's Note:
The song 'make me love' is really great! I recommend pairing it with this chapter~
I added an extra 3000 words. I hope you like it, ahem~