That round of madness almost drained the life out of , and I was so exhausted that the only thing I could do for a while was to lean against him under the tree, trembling in his arms. When I opened my eyes again to a stir of breeze tickling my nostrils, it was already dusk.
I looked up, and the first sight that greeted was his beautiful, smiling eyes under the milky twilight sky.
"Did I fall asleep?" I asked, surprised by how fast ti had passed.
He pecked my forehead. "Sound sleep. Even drooled on a few tis."
I jerked, instinctively tilting my head to check over his shoulder. It wasn't until I saw the crisp and dry fabric beneath my face that I realized he was teasing again. I glared at him, though the words of retribution halted on the tip of my tongue when I noticed that he wasn't wearing his outer robe.
It was spread over my legs instead, its silver trim gleaming in the rising moonlight. A scatter of golden leaves was caught on it while I slept, tumbling in the wind like little waving hands.
Right, he had ripped my clothes to pieces, and he was covering up with his robe because … I was wearing nothing.
My cheeks burned. Even now, I still found it hard to believe that he had done all of that. With his arms wrapped softly around , his hand carefully holding up my head so that I wouldn't roll off his shoulder, he seed in every way the gentle, adoring master he had always been. To think this was the sa man who had just given all that wild pleasure …
Sothing throbbed inside at the thought. I bit my lips, trying to silence my body's shaless reaction to those mories. "I didn't drool on you …" I mumbled, trying to hide my embarrassnt by shifting my attention. "Even if I did, it was to repay you for turning my clothes into rags."
He looked at as if he didn't understand what I was talking about. "You asked for it, Qing-er," he said almost innocently. "You said 'right here, right now', and I did nothing but oblige."
The reminder of my own words stirred the sensations in my mory again, and I turned away so that he wouldn't notice my flushed cheeks. "You … You could've just taken them off! I like this pair of outfit."
"But you told before that you don't like pink."
"…"
He chuckled. "I'll get you new ones." He brushed his thumb over my cheek and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "anwhile, if you don't want mine—" He reached for the robe covering my legs in a gesture to remove it.
"W-Wait!" I yelped. What little modesty there was left in my head told that I didn't want to sit next to him half naked, and I tried to catch his hand before he could pull the garnt off of . But instead of gripping him, I slipped and slamd his hand down along with mine instead, and our fingers landed between my legs, onto my …
I gasped. My body was still too sensitive after the mad indulgence, and that accidental touch … reawakened sothing lurking inside . I snapped my hand back as if scorched, and I prayed desperately that he wouldn't question what was happening. But of course, it was too late.
He stared at . There was genuine surprise in his eyes. "Qing-er—"
I turned my head away and bit my lips again, too mortified to look at him. I wanted to will my body into obedience, but it wouldn't listen, and the flas inside suddenly blazed once more. What had happened to ? This felt wrong, insane, and yet …
Before I could find an answer, I heard him laugh. "Qing-er." A warm hand slid under his robe and grazed over my thighs. "Did I … not satisfy you?" he breathed into my ears.
I moaned uncontrollably as his familiar touch tickled the itches inside like the most irresistible drug shown to an addict. Of course he had satisfied … and I doubted I'd be able to take any more than what he had given . But even after all of it, I still wanted him. My body craved his warmth, his caress, to the extent that it frightened . It was almost as if my own inner self had also surfaced along with that savage side of him, beckoning to follow that desire.
What was the aning of this? What had beco of ?
His hand skimd between my legs, and his lips found mine before my next moan broke free. "I promise to do better next ti …" he whispered, and his fingers slid up to the end of my thighs, dipping into the wetness there.
I groaned. Please don't try to do better, I prayed silently. I might not have a life left if he took any harder. But at the sa ti, I found his promise unreasonably thrilling, and the bare thought of what we might do together … was enough to send tingles all over my body and make my back arch into him.
His finger dipped and swirled nimbly inside , caressing every sensitive spot with equal care, while his tongue mimicked the motion and made love to my mouth, swallowing my moans and whimpers until I finally cried my release and beca limp again in his arms.
I thought he would finish it off for himself next, but he only kissed on the top of my head. "Don't overspend yourself," he smiled and said softly, though I felt the suppressed desire in his hot breath. "Get so rest. There is always tomorrow."
He swept up in his arms.. As he carried back into my room under the stars, I wondered if things would ever be the sa between us after this day.
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