Two fervent bodies entwine with one another, inseparably connected.
Nan Fei has long forgotten how to think, forgotten everything about the outside world, the emptiness in her body urging her to be filled. She clings tightly to the man’s lean waist, murmuring distractedly, moaning sweetly.
"Beijiang, I want... give ..." The words escape her lips, and for a mont, Nan Fei is shocked back to clarity by her own boldness, unable to believe she could utter such... such shaless words.
It is at this mont that the man thrusts deeply, and Nan Fei is once more swept away by an overwhelming tide, her ability to think vanishing completely.
With the world spinning around her, Nan Fei is pinned to the bed. Each thrust is more intense than the last, nearly pushing her off the bed. Thankfully, the man’s quick reflexes catch her and pull her back beneath him each ti she verges on being overwheld by his "passionate love."
She loses count of how many tis it happens.
"Baby, I love you..." Huo Beijiang feels like he’s about to explode, everything beneath him so beautiful that even his soul seems no longer his own, making him want to give her everything he has.
"It’s too much, no more, no more... stop..." Nan Fei, increasingly unable to bear it, subconsciously struggles to refuse, trying to retreat but is pulled back each ti by the man. Even her every refusal and retreat only serve to fuel his desire, making him even more frenzied in his possession.
"Baby..." The man lowers his head to capture Nan Fei’s lips, using the kiss to soothe her. He is familiar with every part of her body, his fingers possessing a magic power, roaming over places that ignite sha as they both descend into frenzy together. Accompanied by relentless, seemingly unending deep thrusts of possession, they reach the peak.
******
In the middle of the night, Huo Beijiang gently lifts the deeply sleeping Nan Fei from the bed and carries her to the bathroom, carefully placing her into the spacious bathtub. The tub is already filled with water, and Nan Fei doesn’t wake as she’s subrged. Since evening, Huo Beijiang can’t rember how many tis he had her.
Quietly, he curses himself for being a beast; he had intended to exercise restraint, but things quickly spiraled out of control.
Initially, he only wanted a kiss, but it turned into an uncontrollable possession. Seeing Nan Fei’s fair skin covered with countless kiss marks and traces of passion left during their loss of control, his heart aches, and yet his body responds again.
Huo Beijiang’s gaze darkens, silently cursing himself once more. Too beastly, too over the top! His dear wife now looks frail, like a rose in a storm; he feels heartache and guilt for driving her to faint.
Damn it!
Huo Beijiang feels both regret and satisfaction. Heaven knows how much he’s missed his wife during his missions, every quiet night seeing her face whenever he closes his eyes.
Even in his dreams, it’s all about her. In those dreams, he can take whatever he wants, love her deeply, with abandon.
"I’m sorry, darling." Huo Beijiang’s calloused fingertip lovingly traces Nan Fei’s cheek as he softly speaks, "I promise I’ll control myself in the future. I’ll be gentler next ti, but you have to promise that once you’re better, you’ll make it up to ."
Upon finishing, he can’t help but laugh, a deep chuckle rumbling in his throat, feeling like an eighteen-year-old boy. Foolish and impulsive, all self-control, rationality, and restraint completely shattered.
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