Love from a past life

Love from a Past Life (

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"Do you know? My beloved..."
"My heart—it's broken from thinking of you..."
A sorrowful, weathered voice, seemingly traversing a thousand years of barriers, echoed from afar, yet remained so clear in her ears.
She abruptly opened her eyes and sat up, her mind momentarily blank. Looking around, the soft
moonlight outlined familiar lines—the familiar single bed and pure white bedding, the familiar parquet wooden floor, the familiar
blue and white floral lace curtains—it was her room. A sense of peace washed over her, and she couldn't help but sigh.
The chaotic and painful dream from before quietly resurfaced in her heart…
It was a distant, eerie era.
They were childhood sweethearts who had grown up together. Their clan possessed methods to manipulate mysterious powers, thus arousing the murderous intent of surrounding tribes. During the massacre of their tribe, he held her hand, leading her to escape from a hell of flames and wailing cries—it was the first time he expressed his love for her, yet it was filled with such sorrow. Afterwards, they relied on each other for survival, fleeing from the pursuers, he always held her hand tightly, no matter how perilous the situation!
And the only time he let go of her hand was on a lonely bridge, surrounded and with no way out. He released her hand to use a powerful secret technique passed down through his tribe, sacrificing his own life to give her a final chance to live…
In the instant he fell, covered in blood, into the raging torrent, her heart felt as if it had been ripped out. She could only look desperately into his deep, reluctant eyes, his lips, tinged with a relieved smile, conveying the silent words—
Live on, my love.
When you finally remember me, that will be the day we meet again.
This was the first time she had such a vivid dream. It was clearly a dream, yet it felt so real, so painful, as if her heart was shattering.
Slightly out of breath, her slender hand gently pressed against her chest; she felt as if she were suffocating. Tears had unknowingly streamed down her cheeks, dripping onto her chest and the blanket.
"You finally remembered..." A sigh-like voice suddenly rang out, abruptly beside her ear.
She was startled, feeling herself being pulled into a warm embrace. Behind her, someone had appeared!
Turning her head in alarm, she saw a strange, handsome male face, more refined than any man she had ever seen. His long, jet-black hair cascaded to his waist, giving him a strange, almost bewitching beauty. Even more captivating were his amber eyes, like abysses, seemingly concealing millennia of memories and sorrow, instantly stirring the heart.
And now, those eyes were filled with ecstatic joy.
It was the man from her dreams!? And he... he was completely naked!
"Ah! You... Ugh!" She screamed in shock, but only managed to utter one word before her lips were captured by the man before her.
It was an urgent and intense kiss.
The moment their lips touched, the man's tongue eagerly probed in, finding the woman's astonished tongue, tightly intertwining and swirling, unwilling to separate even for a moment. She had initially intended to resist, but from the intertwined lips and tongues, she felt a deep, inexplicable pain, and a longing that had driven her almost mad with waiting, causing a sudden pang in her heart.
The large hands that embraced her from behind were so strong, there was no gap between their bodies, as if he wanted to meld her into his own.
"Ugh..." His kiss and embrace almost suffocated her, her mind went blank, and only a low moan, tinged with protest, escaped from her lips. Noticing her discomfort, the man's lips reluctantly withdrew, a trail of ambiguous saliva trailing from his slightly parted red lips.
She could feel the man's burning desire pressing against her buttocks, making her blush. She wanted to push him away, but her body was weak, and she could only look up at that handsome face, both strange and familiar.
Why did looking at him cause a dull, agonizing pain in her chest?
Was she... still dreaming?
"Wu'er, my beloved!" he whispered, each word filled with a heart-wrenching tenderness. His slender fingers caressed her delicate face; the person he had waited for in the darkness for countless years was still so pitiful! He lowered his handsome face, his light kisses landing on her fair neck, causing her to tremble slightly...
"I... am not... umm..." Wu'er? Was she the lover he shared life and death with in his dream?
But she wasn't! His lips lingered on her sensitive neck, moving up to her earlobe, gently licking and teasing it, leaving her only able to deny it while panting softly.
"You are," he whispered affirmingly in her ear.
She seemed to have lost her memories of the past, after all, it was a reincarnation from countless lifetimes ago… But it didn't matter, because they had already deeply etched each other's marks into their souls, recognizing each other simply by looking into each other's eyes.
"No matter how your appearance changes, I will never mistake you…" he murmured, his large hand moving up to cover one of her soft breasts, kneading it through the thin fabric. It was the height of summer, and she was only wearing a soft satin nightgown with thin straps, barely able to shield herself from his touch. The heat of his hand made her cheeks flush with embarrassment.
After a few gentle kneads, the fabric seemed insufficient to satisfy his desire, so his long fingers untied the straps from her fragrant shoulder, and the satin fabric slowly slid down, revealing a pair of firm and delicate breasts. He kissed the back of her ear while teasing the nipples with his thumb.
"Ah…no…ah…" Her skillful teasing made her involuntarily moan softly, but she still retained a sliver of consciousness, her slender hand trying to stop his actions, her mouth uttering a weak rejection.
"I've waited for you for countless millennia... will you make me wait any longer?" The man's pained voice rang in her ears, and she trembled. The unwavering affection in his words touched the softest spot in her heart. Even though she had no memory of being with him, a deep reluctance welled up within her, so intense that she could no longer resist.
Her small hands fell limp; she gave up resisting. She would pretend... she was still dreaming.
"Wu'er..." Sensing her submission, he couldn't help but whisper passionately.
Her adorable nipples slowly hardened under the stimulation. One hand continued to caress the blossoming buds, while the other quietly slid down, lifting the soft hem of her skirt, his fingertips dancing along the inside of her pink thighs.
"Mmm... ah... there..." The mere teasing of her breasts had already made her dizzy, and soft moans escaped her lips. Suddenly, she felt the man's hand invade between her legs. Her body trembled, and she instinctively squeezed her legs together.
"Don't be shy, spread your legs..." he gently soothed, supporting her soft thighs from behind and spreading them apart as she straddled his bent legs, arranging her in a wanton position with her legs wide open in an M-shape.
"Why like this... ah, ahh!" Before she could finish her complaint, his actions turned her into a series of soft moans. His wicked hand invaded the woman's most sensitive spot through her lace panties, the unfamiliar sensation like an electric shock leaving her speechless, only able to gasp.
Pressing on that shy little clitoris through the fabric, his fingertips suddenly felt wetness, and he couldn't help but chuckle softly.
Although her body was no longer the same as before, it remained incredibly sensitive! The hand that had been kneading her breasts changed its approach, pinching her erect nipples with two fingers and gently scratching them with its nails. The sudden stimulation made her body stiffen immediately, and the valley between her legs seemed even wetter…
“So wet…” a teasing whisper sounded in her ear, and she couldn’t help but feel shy. He grabbed her with his large hand and tore off the soaked lace fabric, exposing the mysterious valley to the air.
With one less layer of obstruction, his long fingers more easily parted the petals, searching for the shy little stamen, and gently rubbing it with his fingertips.
“Ugh… Ah! So… numb…”
she gasped, the uninhibited caress causing a more intense reaction than before. A strange tingling sensation surged from where he touched her, burning like a flame in her lower abdomen. She tilted her head slightly and uttered a coquettish word.
“Heh… Is it comfortable?” he asked softly, his amber eyes filled with doting affection.
His nimble fingers relentlessly toyed with her moist clitoris, rubbing and kneading, the continuous stimulation drawing out even more nectar, which flowed down his hands, soaking the pure white sheet beneath them.
"Mmm...so...comfortable...uh..."
The inexperienced girl was completely overwhelmed by this teasing. Waves of tingling pleasure rose from between her legs, converging into a powerful surge that left her deeply immersed and unable to extricate herself, only able to let out confused moans...
"I...faster...ah...I can't take it...!"
His long fingers suddenly pinched her swollen clitoris, wickedly pulling and twisting it, the sudden increase in stimulation causing her to scream, her delicate body involuntarily twisting. Her small hands gripped his legs, her bewildered eyes pleading as she looked up at him... The
intense reaction of the girl in his arms made him realize that she was still a virgin in this life. His lower body throbbed with desire, but she wasn't ready to receive him, so he forced himself to endure it.
"Baby, let me let you go this time..." he whispered gently in her ear, then suddenly turned over and changed positions, letting her soft body lie on the bed.
She felt a dizzying sensation, and before she could adjust to the change in position, she felt herself being pulled down. It was him, placing a pair of long, shapely legs on his shoulders, the hem of his silk skirt flipped up, softly piling up beneath his chest.
Her private garden, completely exposed, was revealed before him, the pink petals trembling slightly, shimmering with a bewitching luster, immersed in slippery love juice. It seemed to be issuing a silent invitation, dazzling and mesmerizing.
"God, you're so beautiful..." he murmured, lowering his head almost worshipfully to kiss the budding flower.
His nimble tongue slid into the closed petals, tasting the almost overflowing nectar while exploring, from the tight passage to the erect clitoris, carefully sweeping over the enchanting valley.
"Uh...no...like this...ah, ahh!" The overly lewd position made her blush all over, her slender hands covering her face in disbelief, soft moans escaping from between her fingers.
Layers of tingling pleasure accumulated, making her feel as if a slumbering beast was about to break free inside her, the unknown feeling frightening.
He suddenly took the entire pink clitoris into his mouth, gently biting it before sucking hard, causing the person beneath him to tremble violently.
"Ugh! Ah...Xiang, Xiang Xun—!" Her small hands gripped the sheets tightly, she couldn't bear it and reached the peak of desire, her pink lips unconsciously uttering two words that suddenly surfaced in her heart.
The sound that reached his ears made him jolt—she called his name!
"Wu'er!" He laid her down, looking at her face flushed with desire, and whispered with ecstatic joy.
Her half-closed, misty eyes, like those of a drunken girl, were so alluring that he could no longer restrain himself.
His large hands grasped her delicate ankles, gently parting her legs. While she was still immersed in the afterglow of her orgasm, he thrust his erect member into her, taking advantage of her overflowing love juices, and abruptly robbed her of her virginity!
"Ahhh—!" A tearing pain suddenly swept through her body, causing her to scream involuntarily, her small hands clenching into fists.
"It hurts…it hurts so much!" Her tightness couldn't withstand his domineering force; the pain of losing her virginity, the discomfort of being forcefully stretched, caused tears to stream down her face.
Hearing the pained cries of the girl in his arms, he immediately stopped, suppressing his urge to thrust, and comforted his beloved.
"Be good, bear with it…" He gently wiped away the tears from her pink cheeks. Although he knew the pain of the first time was inevitable, her tears still pained him deeply.
"Waaah...no...get out, get out..." she cried, shaking her head, her delicate body twisting as she tried to escape the intrusion of the massive object.
The sharp pain jolted her from her lustful reverie, and she suddenly felt incredibly wronged. She had simply been sleeping peacefully at home, yet she had been inexplicably taken advantage of by a strange man. Although her initial lack of resistance was her fault, she hadn't expected it to hurt so much!
"Wu'er, don't move!" The friction against her flower path made him gasp, and he couldn't help but growl.
Damn it, didn't she know she was playing with fire? He frowned, looking at her tear-streaked face, beads of sweat dripping from her forehead, mingling with her tears.
He held her slender waist firmly with one hand, his long fingers finding their point of contact, pinching her swollen and even more sensitive clitoris, and gently kneading it. At the same time, he lowered his handsome face and took the bright red berries on the snow-capped peak into his mouth, gently sucking and teasing them with the tip of his tongue...
Her delicate body went limp, and the waves of pleasure that surged upwards broke through the pain and entered her body, making her unable to help but bite her lip. Her sobs gradually solidified into low whimpers, and then turned into soft panting.
"Waaah...you...you're too much...ah..." Although the pain was gradually subsiding, she still sobbed unhappily, her two small hands working together, one hand pounding his broad back; the other grabbing his loose, dark hair and pulling it mercilessly.
"Wu'er!" He raised his handsome face, a helpless bitter smile on his lips. He hadn't expected this little girl in this life to have such a fierce side! However, being able to hold her tightly in his arms like this, even if it hurt a thousand times more, he would gladly accept it!
But he didn't have a habit of self-torture. He took her small hand in his large hand and pressed it on the bed, their fingers gently intertwined, which made her unable to throw a tantrum anymore.
"I'm going to move." Sensing that she had slightly adjusted to his advances, he gently reminded her.
"Wait, um—" She only managed to utter one word before he sealed her lips with his, swallowing all her remaining protests. At the same time, he thrust forward, beginning a series of pumping motions.
Understanding that she was new to lovemaking, he slowed his movements. The fiery desire, lubricated by her nectar, slowly slid through her still somewhat resistant path, until it reached the deepest, most intense part of her flower, before suddenly plunging her in. Their bodies joined tightly, their heat gradually merging.
His kiss, however, was gentle, seemingly devoid of any lust, merely lightly sucking on her slightly parted lips, conveying boundless love and tenderness…
Feeling his gentle care, her heart warmed, and she couldn't help but open herself up to him.
"Does it still hurt?" After a long while, he pulled away from her lips and asked softly.
"Um…it's okay…" Her cheeks flushed, and she murmured shyly, refusing to admit that she was already feeling pleasure.
The adorable, contradictory expression on the face of the girl in his arms made him chuckle with indulgent pleasure. He cupped her tear-streaked face in his large hands, gently kissing away the water droplets clinging to her trembling eyelashes, and quickened the pace of his thrusts.
"Uh, ah... um... ah..."
The sudden, heavier thrusts made her gasp, her heart skipping a beat before gradually merging with his. Unlike the pleasurable sensation of his teasing earlier, a warm current surged deep within her, making her body burn. She couldn't help but lick her slightly dry lips with her tongue, then withdraw it, releasing a series of incredibly seductive moans...
"
Call my name..." Her alluring demeanor was the most potent aphrodisiac in the man's eyes, almost extinguishing his reason, and he made a low, hoarse request. His hands roughly gripped her knees, spreading her snow-white thighs wider to facilitate his more vigorous thrusts.
"Ah... Xun, Xun... Xun..."
The heat generated by their rapid friction almost melted her. Obediently, she let his name linger between her lips, her body responding faithfully. Her slender waist twisted like a water snake, responding to the rhythm of the man on top of her. Her wanton, wet cave responded to his madness with powerful pressure and spasms...
"Haa, ah... Xun, Xun ah—" She helplessly called his name, her slender hands clinging to the man's neck like a drowning person clinging to a piece of driftwood. She finally couldn't bear such passion, her delicate body twisting violently as she reached the peak of pleasure!
He narrowed his deep amber eyes, enjoying the powerful suction of her climax. His hard, hot iron was still erect, and a large amount of honey-like fluid gushed from the depths of her flower, mixed with the blood that proved her purity, dripping onto the white sheets in the gaps between his withdrawals, drawing a picture full of desire...
Lovingly stroking her dazed face, he suddenly withdrew from her body. He pulled her limp body up, turning her face down on the bed, her back to him.
"Hmm...?" Completely powerless, she could only utter a few confused murmurs.
"I'll make you feel even better..." a wicked chuckle echoed in her ear.
He knelt between her legs, his strong hands lifting her white thighs and clamping them around his waist. His massive member thrust forcefully into her still-opening, writhing vagina from above, penetrating deep inside!
"Ah!" The unexpected invasion startled her, her eyes widening in shock. With each powerful, downward thrust, she lay helplessly on the bed, her full breasts squeezed flat...
this position allowed him to penetrate even more easily!
"Hmm, ah... no! Don't..." Her sensitive passage after the climax was beyond her control; the intense pleasure from his continued thrusting had exceeded her limits. A gasp of rejection escaped her lips.
"Wu'er, my Wu'er!" He bent down and kissed her snowy back in a worshipful manner, tracing the beautiful lines of her disheveled hair with his lips. Her fragrance, her softness, her tightness drove him mad, and he couldn't help but quicken his movements.
"Ugh... Ahh... I... I can't take it anymore... Xun—" She felt like she was about to faint. His accelerated thrusts stirred up a storm within her, leaving her helpless and weeping. Her head shook, her long, black hair flying wildly as she gasped, moaned, and begged beneath him. She
couldn't distinguish between pain and pleasure anymore. Each thrust felt like it was piercing her body...
each time it crashed into the depths of her soul, a breathtaking fusion that made both of them tremble!
"Wu'er, Wu'er... I... love you so much!" His breath was ragged, panting, as he whispered out his deepest affection and longing, finally thrusting forward and releasing his hot essence into her.
"Mmm...I...ah...love you too...ahhh—" She responded to the emotions in her heart, the burning torrent that rushed into the depths of her flower without warning, causing the pleasure that had been accumulating to the limit to explode within her, rushing into every limb!
She let out a few high-pitched moans tinged with tears, her small face suddenly tilting back, her soft body arching like a taut string, her beautiful eyes vacant, her small mouth slightly open in a daze, her consciousness seemingly fading...
time seemed to stand still for a few seconds, and then her delicate body suddenly went limp. The man behind her pulled away with a slight pant, holding the lovely girl's body that had lost all its strength, and lay her down, letting her rest comfortably against his chest.
Looking down, he realized that the girl in his arms had lost consciousness, and he smiled bitterly. Had he really been too indulgent? He knew that her inexperienced body could not withstand such intense lovemaking, but he just...wanted her so much!
The heart-wrenching separation of that year, the despair in her eyes—he couldn't bear to die then, so he used the last of his strength to seal his soul. The condition in exchange was that they could only meet again if she remembered him in the cycle of reincarnation, after washing away her past.
And so he began to wait. He waited in the darkness for endless years—ten thousand years, twenty thousand years, a hundred thousand years, a million years? He couldn't remember anymore, only that it was so long that he forgot his colors, forgot his voice, only her image remained deeply etched in his heart, an image that even burning him to ashes could not erase!
"Wu'er…" The tender whisper of those two words haunted his dreams. His large hand tightly embraced her slender waist, his other hand gently holding her soft, delicate hand, kissing her five beautiful, long, slender fingers with boundless tenderness.
Thank heavens, he could hold her in his arms again!
"Search..." Her long eyelashes trembled, and the girl in his arms slightly opened her dazed eyes, seemingly not yet fully awake. She simply tilted her small face up and smiled sweetly at him, murmuring a single word from her red lips in response, before falling into a deep sleep, utterly exhausted...
He raised the corners of his lips into a smile of utter doting affection, gently kissing the back of her fair hand, his resolute whisper dissipating into the air. The only witness was the crescent moon outside the window, its light glow almost intoxicating.
--My beloved, this time, I will never let go of your hand.
2. A Heartbreaking Night of Love and Despair
"My love..."
"Life after life, until the world is destroyed, I will never give up searching for you."
She ran desperately through the woods, her torn skirt revealing her snow-white thighs, a shocking wound gushing blood, dripping onto the ground, blooming like a row of magnificent roses.
Even with the excruciating pain from her leg wounds and the sharp branches scratching her face, she forced herself to quicken her pace, trying to shake off her relentless pursuers.
She gritted her teeth, her mind a jumbled mess. Why? Why hadn't he appeared? Leaving her alone, helpless and isolated? Could it be… he was going to abandon her? A sharp pain shot through her heart, and suddenly everything went black, as if the whole world had plunged into darkness.
She collapsed heavily to the ground.
"Shahua, you tried your best… Farewell."
A cold, emotionless voice echoed in her ears, a death knell.
"And then?" asked the woman with long, straight black hair.
"That's it!" She tossed her meticulously maintained hair, the woman with long, light brown curls answering dejectedly, then downed her drink in one gulp.
Wooden floors, a water-toned ambiance, softly lit art lamps, elegant, languid blues music. This small bar, tucked away in an inconspicuous corner of the city, was a well-known haunt for many lonely city dwellers, a favorite spot to while away the night.
"You know what? I've been having this dream for a week straight!" What she didn't say was that it woke her up every night, making it impossible to fall back asleep—her chest was always filled with a deep sorrow and resentment, as if she were the abandoned woman!
She was almost having a nervous breakdown.
Thinking of this, she turned her head in annoyance and ordered another drink from the bartender.
"Don't order such strong drinks again, you've had too much tonight!" The black-haired woman frowned slightly, trying to stop her friend's inappropriate behavior.
"I can hold my liquor, what does it matter…" she waved her hand dismissively and chuckled softly. Actually, she was just putting on a brave face; even though she usually claimed to be able to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, she forgot that the continuous insomnia had weakened her body.
"I'm going to pick up Xivi, she seems to be lost. Be careful!"
"Wow, Xinxin, why are you so nagging today? Did you secretly get a boyfriend and become a nagging mother?
Hmm?" A sudden dizziness washed over her, a feeling of lightness rising within her. She couldn't help but laugh, putting her arm around her friend's neck and asking ambiguously in her ear.
"You're completely drunk!" The black-haired woman sighed, pushing away the small hands that were clinging to her like octopuses, and before getting up to leave, she didn't forget to remind her, "No more drinking until we get back!"
"Okay... be careful on the road." She replied with a sweet smile.
However, only a few minutes after the black-haired woman left, she finished off the drink that had just been served, and then ordered another one, perhaps subconsciously trying to get herself drunk in exchange for a good night's sleep. After
two mixed drinks, the dizziness worsened. She shook her head, picked up her bag, and got up, thinking of going to the bathroom to sober up, lest she get another lecture from her friend later.
Her steps faltered, her dark eyes half-closed in a daze, somewhat disoriented—she seemed to have overestimated her alcohol tolerance. Stumbling, she seemed to trip over something, then crashed headfirst into a warm embrace…
“Are you alright?” A large hand steadied her waist, a deep, magnetic male voice piercing through her hazy mind.
She instinctively looked up, vaguely recognizing a strange face. A deep, handsome face, sculpted like marble, held a faint smile—three parts languid, three parts alluring, three parts confident, and a touch of arrogant self-importance—ah, what an elegant man! She couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
The instant their eyes met, she jolted, almost forgetting to breathe—those dark eyes, deep as a clear spring, seemed to magically draw her in, as if transporting her across mountains and rivers, across millennia. Such familiar eyes! It was as if her image had been reflected in the primordial chaos, born without cause, and that their gazes had remained fixed on each other until the world ended without cause.
The man's emotions seemed no less than hers. Staring into those misty black eyes, ecstasy, longing, and guilt flashed through them in turn, finally coalescing into boundless affection.
"Finally, I've found you," he whispered, his voice filled with an incomprehensible, suppressed excitement.
He had searched through countless reincarnations, searching only for her!
Life without her was like a faded photograph; life after life, he had repeated this meaningless black-and-white drama, thousands of years had passed—and now, to find the one he had longed for right before him, how could he not be overjoyed!
He couldn't help but pull her close, holding her slender figure tightly in his arms.
If any man dared to treat her so casually under normal circumstances, she would have slapped him across the face immediately. Unfortunately, her mind was blank and she could only act on instinct—and this man gave her an inexplicable warmth and sense of security.
"Uh…who are you?" She tilted her head slightly, her lips moving slightly, uttering the most unlikely words in the situation of being tightly embraced by a strange man.
He paused slightly, a wistful smile playing on his lips, but didn't answer.
"Heh, you're really handsome…" Clearly, the woman in his arms didn't expect an answer either, suddenly chuckling to herself, her small hand caressing his deep, handsome face. She was already drunk and her natural charm, amplified by alcohol, was uncontrollably exuding a deadly allure.
"Little Flower, you're still so tempting!" He sighed deeply, picked her up, greeted the bartender at the counter, and turned to leave the shop.
After countless years of longing, fate finally took pity on him and allowed them to reunite. How could he possibly let go!
"Mmm..." She seemed to lie down in a daze, letting out a soft moan. She opened her hazy eyes and looked up. That affectionate, handsome face made her feel confused. She felt a sense of familiarity, longing, and... hatred.
"I... want more..." She shook her head to shake off the strange feeling, waved her hand, and mumbled incoherently.
His flower was really drunk!
Looking at the charming woman lying in the back seat of the car, her delicate face with half-closed, watery eyes, and slightly parted, full red lips, her strapless top and low-waisted hot pants clinging to her body clearly outlined her voluptuous and alluring figure. Large expanses of exposed, snow-white skin were as translucent as jade, exuding a breathtakingly seductive charm.
Just thinking about how she looked in the eyes of other men made him feel a strong sense of jealousy.
"No more drinking!" He frowned in displeasure, grabbing her flailing little hands and staring firmly into his dark eyes.
"One more... glass!" Completely ignoring his words, she just laughed and shouted to herself.
A hint of helplessness flashed across his handsome face. He decided to help her sober up first!
He found a bottle of mineral water in the car, took a big gulp, then leaned down and covered her red lips, pouring the water into her mouth. But he underestimated his own desire for her. The moment their lips touched, he couldn't bear to let go.
Her lips were soft, moist, and fragrant, making him unable to control himself. He took her unsuspecting tongue into his mouth, gently entwining it with his own. The fragrant scent mixed with the smell of alcohol was intoxicating.
"Mmm..." She didn't resist in her dazed state, only letting out a soft breath, her pink arms automatically wrapping around his neck.
After a long while, when he finally managed to restrain himself and reluctantly pulled away from those alluring lips, he found her clinging to him like an octopus, their bodies pressed tightly together.
"Little Flower..." His soft, delicate, boneless body pressed against him ignited a surge of desire throughout his body. He tenderly stroked her moist red lips with his thumb, letting out a soft, almost painful moan. "Don't tempt me to take you here..." His
muddled mind was completely unaware of the danger; he was simply driven by instinct to get closer to the man before him. She smiled seductively, suddenly raising her head and playfully kissing the bulge on his neck, her tongue lightly licking it.
"Mmm!" He groaned softly, her teasing causing his last shred of reason to vanish. He wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her up slightly, his thin lips kissing her mischievous cherry lips as he reached behind him to close the car door.
This kiss was incredibly intense, a stark contrast to the gentleness of before. He pressed his large hand against the back of her small head, drawing her closer to him. He fiercely sucked on her two crimson lips, which bloomed like flowers, his nimble tongue swirling around them, greedily sips the nectar from her mouth.
Time seemed to stand still; he seemed to want to hold her and kiss her like this until the world ended.
"Ugh..." The intense, lingering kiss left her breathless, almost unable to breathe, and she couldn't help but let out a few protesting whimpers. Her slender hands weakly pounded his back.
"Don't try to escape, you asked for this..." he said, pulling away from her lips slightly, looking into her shimmering, almost watery, intoxicated eyes, lost in passion.
She didn't continue to resist, only panting, her beautiful, dazed eyes looking at the man above her.
He smiled indulgently, his thin lips kissing her flushed cheeks, slowly sliding down to her neck, his large hand easily pulling down her bra, pulling the thin garment down to her waist.
Her breasts, bound by a lace bra, rose high, and he kissed the deep cleavage that made his blood boil, his hands reaching behind her back to grope for the clasp, pushing the cumbersome bra up to her neck, revealing a pair of full, snowy peaks that swayed slightly.
His eyes were deep and intense as he eagerly took the rosy peak into his mouth, sucking, gently biting, and lightly licking it with his tongue, enticing the bud to bloom into a beautiful red plum.
"Mmm...ah..." His skillful teasing elicited one seductive moan after another, her small hands supporting her head, which was provocatively resting on her chest, her slender fingers digging into her slightly long black hair.
Her lips and tongue worked diligently, and her hands were not idle either. Her long fingers lovingly caressed her snowy back, feeling the delicate touch of her warm skin inch by inch, smooth and soft like silk.
"Hehe..." His elusive caresses were like the tickling of cotton wool, slightly tingling, making her giggle softly, her body twisting slightly.
His thin lips slid down to her flat stomach, his target the exquisite pearl cave on the plain, his tongue licking in as his large hands followed, gently stroking the tender skin on her slender waist, arousing her desire.
"Ah...ah...uh!" She suddenly writhed uncontrollably, trying to evade his aggressive advances, her moans growing increasingly seductive. The man chuckled, realizing his flower-like waist and abdomen were particularly sensitive.
He teased her sensitive areas, making her giggle, her body darting left and right, but she couldn't escape his nimble tongue. His hands quietly pulled down her low-waisted hot pants, sliding down her shapely calves and tossing them to the ground. Her delicate lace panties suffered the same fate.
"Ah!" The sudden invasion of her private valley by his long fingers made her tremble, instinctively trying to close her legs. He, of course, wouldn't give her that chance. His large hands had already invaded her inner thighs, easily parting them, his muscular body taking over the space between her legs, making it impossible for her to close them again.
The moment his long fingers touched that beautiful forbidden zone, he was surprised to find it already soaking wet. Just a gentle teasing of the lubricated clitoris sent shivers down her spine, and a series of incredibly seductive moans escaped her red lips.
"So wet? What a sensitive little slut..." he chuckled softly, his voice filled with tenderness. He reached down and untied his lower body, releasing his erect member.
Now that she was ready to accept him, he no longer needed to suppress his desire.
With limited space in the back seat, he had her lean against the door, one long, beautiful leg raised and resting on the back of the front seat. He knelt between her legs, and with a sudden thrust, his burning desire plunged into her wetness, burying itself deep within her.
"Ugh!" she gasped, his haste hurting her.
Although it wasn't her first time, she was still incredibly tight, her stimulated opening contracting slightly, gripping his massive member tightly. He let out a soft, pleasurable moan and began to gently rub against her inside.
"Ah! Wait, wait a minute..." She recoiled in pain, but the cramped space offered no escape, her snowy back pressed against the car door.
He lowered his head, showering her eyes and brows with tender kisses, his hips swaying uncontrollably back and forth.
"Ugh...it hurts...ah..." Unable to stop his wantonness, she could only murmur her complaints, her slender fingers digging into his shoulders in a retaliatory manner.
The pain was fleeting, almost instantaneous, as she was already aroused to the peak of desire.
"Ah...mmm, mmm, ah..." Soon, she felt no discomfort, only the feeling of being completely filled, and the waves of pleasure aroused by the repeated friction of their bodies. She tilted her head slightly, the soft moans and gasps escaping her red lips gradually synchronizing with the rhythm of his thrusts, her small hands gripping his shoulders now entwined around him.
He gazed intently at the panting woman beneath him. Though her appearance was completely different, the delicate features of her eyes, lips, and nose still held a familiar charm—that captivating allure, that tender resilience—no one else possessed it.
"Shahua, Shahua…" he couldn't help but cup her face in his hands, as if trying to confirm her presence, calling out softly, with pain.
Countless silent nights he had repeated those two words over and over, yet even a thousand times,
he could not bring back her smile, nor awaken his own lifeless soul—from the moment she closed her eyes in his arms
, an overwhelming sorrow and longing had frozen his time.
"Mmm...mmm..." The two familiar words echoed in her ears. She weakly raised her eyelashes to look at the man making love to her. How strange...she had never seen this person before, yet a sharp pain surged in her chest, as if countless emotions were welling up from the depths of her soul: deep love, ardent longing; confused resentment, and bitter bitterness...
"Is...it...you?" she asked unconsciously, as if facing a long-lost lover, or as if facing a long-lost enemy.
"It's me, your Yan Xi!" Her tone, a mixture of love and hate, caused him great pain. He tightly embraced her slender waist with one hand, and held her delicate hand to his lips, kissing it lightly, speaking with deep affection.
"Yan...Xi, Xi..." She closed her eyes, gently lingering this cherished name on her lips. As if redeemed, tears welled up unexpectedly, sliding down her cheeks drop by drop.
"Shahua, my little flower..." Her voice, soft and fragile, calling his name was incredibly alluring, making him unable to resist lowering his head to suck the tears from her snowy cheeks, while his lower body suddenly increased the speed of his movements.
"Ah... Xi!" Her consciousness was shattered by his sudden and fierce onslaught, no longer able to care about the love-hate feelings, simply following the instinctive reaction of her body, swaying her slender waist to meet his desire.
It seemed that only waves of comfortable heat remained in her senses, and she murmured and whispered in a daze, one slender hand was held by his large hand and pressed against the car window, the other hand limply resting on his shoulder, her delicate body trapped in the corner, twisting violently, her beautifully shaped, bare legs trembling at his waist.
The man looked down at the beautiful woman beneath him with lingering affection, unable to control himself for a long time. She was like a blooming, poisonous flower, exuding a deadly fragrance, making people irresistibly infatuated and fallen, once they fell into her trap, they could never escape!
The pleasure intensified, their bodies intertwined, their souls trembling in sync.
He made a final, powerful thrust, lowering his head to kiss her slightly parted, vibrant red lips deeply, their breaths mingling with hers, becoming one.
"Ah, ahhh—"
The climax came suddenly, their bodies jolting violently, her high-pitched cry muffled by his breath, as they simultaneously reached the peak of pleasure.
Their lips remained pressed together, unwilling to part, he held her slender waist tightly, feeling the spasms of her flower-like opening, consuming his semen, his own desire still burning, swelling once more.
"Uh..." She snapped out of her daze from the brief afterglow of her climax, still somewhat bewildered. She felt the dragon within her still burning hot and hard. Her beautiful, dreamy eyes blinked, revealing a hint of doubt.
"Little Flower, shall we do it again?" Seeing her adorable expression as he left her red lips, he chuckled softly, his thin lips whispering a wicked yet tender kiss in her ear
. Though it ended as a question, the answer was clearly undeniable. He didn't give the woman in his arms time to answer, opening his mouth to take her small, round earlobe in, while simultaneously thrusting his hips a few times.
"Ah, ah!" Her sensitive passage, heightened by her climax, surged
with another wave under his friction. She gasped, tilting her head slightly. The distant lights and neon signs shone through the transparent car window, their glow fading in the passion, replaced by an overwhelming surge of desire. Her gaze returned to the incomparably handsome man before her, feeling no longer caring about anything.
Tonight, she would indulge to the fullest!
"Mmm... Xi... I want... to be on top..." She reached out her slender hands to cup his face, a coquettish murmur escaping from her crimson lips, her eyes alluring.
Her wanton request startled the man slightly, only then remembering that she was indeed such a capricious and uncontrollable beauty!
"Heh, whatever you say..." His long fingers traced his full, red lips, a low, indulgent chuckle escaping his lips. He pulled her back, shifting his position, letting her take the lead.
"Mmm..." She smiled seductively, her long, beautiful legs straddling the man, her body swaying slightly, deliberately teasing him.
Her watery eyes narrowed slightly, seemingly dissatisfied with his neat attire, her small hands restlessly wandering over his chest, unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time. Her soft red lips followed closely, kissing his strong chest from top to bottom, until they slid down to his firm abs, the shirt now wide open.
She slightly raised her face, her alluring, smiling eyes glancing at his deep black eyes, captivating him. Suddenly, she lowered her head, opened her small mouth, and took the small protrusion on his chest into her mouth, teasingly licking it.
"Ah, you little devil!" He breathed a sigh of pleasure, pressing his large hand against her small head. His long fingers played with her delicate, beautiful hair, and his desire, teased by her soft hands and nimble tongue, burned like a raging fire, coursing through his body, almost making him lose his reason and nearly lose control.
"Baby...you've had enough, hmm?" Finally unable to resist, he grabbed her two small hands, his slightly hoarse, deep voice filled with intense desire, as if warning her that if she continued to torment him, he wouldn't mind pinning her down and taking her over.
"Mmm...okay..." she murmured softly, but while playing with fire, she herself was not spared either. The heat buried deep inside her, inadvertently rubbing against him, made her weak all over, overflowing with lust.
She sat up slightly, her slender hands pressing against his firm, hard muscles. Her snowy buttocks swayed gently, her wanton, wet opening rubbing against his erect dragon, sweet love juices flowing endlessly from their point of union.
"Ah... um... ah..." A surge of pleasure overwhelmed her, and she couldn't help but moan and gasp, her slender waist twisting into a seductive, serpentine pose.
He followed her rhythm, thrusting his hips beneath her, increasing the depth of his impact.
"Ahhh—" The synchronized collision of their bodies was too much for her to bear; a pleasurable tingling sensation shot through her legs, reaching her brain. A long, seductive moan escaped her red lips, her body trembling violently before suddenly going limp, collapsing weakly onto him.
"Baby, can't take it anymore?" he chuckled softly. This seductive flower was always so sensitive! His large hands supported her limp waist, his snowy buttocks continuing to move up and down, fueling his lingering desire.
Waves of ecstatic pleasure washed over her, and she felt as if she were floating in a warm sea, her body utterly drained of strength…
Lying against his chest, she vaguely felt her flower-like opening violently pulsating, swallowing and releasing the scorching iron rod, until a powerful surge of heat exploded within her, rushing into the honeypot at the end of her 　　secret passage.
“Ah…” 　　she uttered a weak, 　　feeble cry, losing consciousness in the ultimate bliss.
**********
... She tilted her head slightly, and when she saw that deep, elegant male face, several lewd images flashed through her mind in a jumble.　　　She couldn't help but sigh deeply; getting drunk really never ends well... Strangely, she only felt annoyed but not regretful. 　　"Little Flower..." A deep, affectionate voice sounded from above her. Even in his sleep, his mind was still on the woman in his arms, so her slight movement easily woke him. 　　"It's still early, why not sleep a little longer?" He looked at her tenderly and asked with a smile. 　　"Why did you call me that?" Finally realizing that he had called her that all night, she frowned slightly and asked with some displeasure. Although she didn't mind spending a night with this man, she didn't want to be someone else's substitute! 　　He didn't answer, only smiled, quietly looking at her. That smile, filled with deep sorrow and regret, seemingly transparent, pierced her heart like a sharp sword, making her gasp for breath. 　　"You...you look just like him!" She finally remembered why this man seemed familiar; the feeling he gave off was so similar... 　　"Just like that hateful man in my dream..." Her gaze drifted to the window, noticing the approaching dawn—she realized she hadn't actually had that dream last night. 　　"What kind of dream?" He tightened his grip on her, asking urgently. 　　"A...heartbreaking dream." 　　It was a chaotic era of warring kingdoms, and she was an assassin—a seductive female assassin who used her beauty to lure her targets and then assassinate them—named Shaka because of her breathtakingly beautiful appearance, like a spider lily.　　　On one occasion, under orders from her organization, she entered the palace of a certain kingdom as a dancer, tasked with assassinating the emperor. 　　However, there she encountered her nemesis—the prince of that kingdom, a libertine and dangerously charming man. Perhaps it was fate; they fell in love at first sight, captivated by each other's irresistible charm. With each passing day, they could no longer resist falling deeply in love. 　　To pursue love, he abandoned his country, she betrayed her organization, determined to escape together to a distant land…　　　"However… he didn't appear that night. And Shahua's organization discovered her betrayal and sent assassins to hunt her down…" she murmured, the long and sorrowful story making her drowsy. Smelling the lingering scent, she recalled the woman's resentment and bitterness in her dream… 　　"I don't know why, but I can feel Shahua's hatred… it's so deeply etched in my heart…" Gazing into the man's deep, dark eyes, bewildered by the sorrow and guilt they held, she felt increasingly sleepy, her voice growing softer. Finally, her watery eyes closed, her red lips still murmuring indistinctly.

"I desperately want to know...was she...truly abandoned?"
Watching the person in his arms drift off to sleep again, he held her soft little hand, their fingers intertwined, his heart aching unbearably. So she always remembered—even though reincarnation had erased her memories, did she still hate him like this, through countless lifetimes?
"How could I...abandon you?"
Years ago, the news leaked, and he was drugged and rendered unconscious by those around him. When he awoke, the time they had agreed upon had passed. And when he arrived, it was too late; he could only watch helplessly as her life slowly faded in his arms…At that moment, he vowed that no matter how many times they were reincarnated, he would find her—lifetime after life until the world ended!
Afterwards, he pleaded with the Lord of Reincarnation for hundreds of years on the road to the underworld, finally obtaining permission to preserve his memories in reincarnation. However, the price was that his lifespan in every lifetime would only last until the moment of his death!
"How I long to stay by your side, how I long to be with you forever..." he murmured painfully, clutching her soft hands tightly, showering her eyes and brows with delicate kisses, tracing her features again and again.
His time in this life was running out... so after this night, he would vanish completely from her life.
The sunlight outside the window gradually brightened, evaporating those deeply affectionate words, leaving no trace...
My
little flower...
just seeing you like this once more, I would be content.
3 A lingering gaze, a smile tinged with hidden resentment;
who brews a pot of tea on the cliff, warming the lingering attachments of a past life?
And I, adjusting to a thousand-year time difference, drink in all love and hate!
She lowered her long, delicate eyelashes, taking one step at a time. The magnificent jade-paved corridor flashed past her, and she didn't raise her eyes until the very end.
A heavy, vermilion door blocked her path. She slightly raised her head, looking at the carved and gilded door, her beautiful phoenix eyes, as bright as stars, were as cold as ice, devoid of any emotion. What awaited her? She should know perfectly well, yet why did she feel so uneasy?
"It's your turn," a cold, emotionless voice whispered in her ear. The doors slowly opened, releasing a blinding light that mingled with the soft, melodious strains of bells, drums, and strings.
She suppressed her trembling, took a step without hesitation, and slowly walked to the steps. With a delicate hand, she lifted the veil covering her face, and amidst a gasp of astonishment, her toes barely
touched the ground as she began to dance gracefully in the smooth, empty hall. Her supple waist swayed as if boneless; every step, every turn, was so elegant and alluring that it was impossible to look away. Every dance step was so natural and fluid that it gave the illusion that her slender fingers, her flowing hair, every inch of her body seemed to be dancing, as if she were pouring all her strength into presenting this unparalleled dance.
As if she might drift away at any moment, this breathtakingly beautiful, otherworldly scene, impossible to replicate, stunned everyone in the hall, leaving them speechless, even breathless, watching the dancing woman with bated breath.
She danced and twirled, yet she didn't ignore the crowd's reactions; a faint smile played on her bright red lips—she was Shahua, the flower of the underworld, named after the other shore, born to claim souls and steal spirits!
Her beautiful eyes suddenly paused, drawn to a pair of eyes that seemed to be both smiling and not smiling.
Those deep, dark eyes held the same amazement, admiration, and a hint of interest as others, along with undisguised desire, but above all, an undeniable, wicked, and domineering power, as if no one in this world could escape his grasp.
How terrifying! Who is this person? Having traveled far and wide for years and seen countless powerful figures, she had never seen eyes that seemed to see through everything. She quickly averted her gaze.
Those bewitching eyes remained fixed on her, causing her heart to flutter slightly, and she almost tripped over her long dress.
In the instant she flew forward, she nimbly twirled in the air, her cascading black hair and flowing sleeves creating a perfect arc around her slender figure, a beauty that was breathtaking.
The music stopped abruptly with her movement, and she respectfully bowed to the figure seated high in the center of the hall.
"This humble woman, Shahua, greets Your Majesty the Night Emperor, and wishes Your Majesty a long and prosperous life."
At this moment, her identity was that of a gift—a gift to celebrate the Night Emperor's birthday, a gift to captivate hearts.
Footsteps sounded, and the legendary, rare wise ruler descended the steps, personally helping her to her feet.
"Your name is Shahua? A fine name." A deep voice sounded, unexpectedly warm and approachable. She tilted her head slightly, and a handsome man smiled—this was her target. She should have focused all her attention on him, but her gaze seemed to be summoned, passing through the figure before her and landing on the hall behind.
Her eyes collided with a wild gaze in the air—the possessive, alluring eyes from before! Her breath caught in her throat, feeling as if her soul had been completely sucked in, trapped in that boundless sea of eyes, unable to escape.
"What's wrong?" A slightly puzzled voice echoed in her ear, making her suddenly realize her situation, and her heart skipped a beat.
"Shahua was rude, please forgive me, Your Majesty." She lowered her head and spoke softly, her voice delicate and soft but not affected, making one feel completely comfortable.
"Are you tired?" Without pursuing her distraction, the Night Emperor simply smiled faintly and then raised his voice to instruct those around him. "Someone, take her to rest, and remember not to neglect her!"
She respectfully bowed her head and curtsied, letting out a slight sigh of relief. Led by palace attendants, she slowly stepped out of the main hall, warning herself that nothing like what had just happened could ever happen again! At the same time, a lingering fear gripped her heart; that person was terrifying… She was trained and had never lost her composure during missions, but just one glance from that person had made her lose her mind!
The moment she stepped through the heavy gates, she couldn't help but look back. Beyond a scene of light music, dancing, and clinking glasses, the owner of those eyes sat beside the throne, still watching her, then smiled　　　gently 　　.
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... Her mind was filled with those bewitching eyes and that gentle smile.　　　She didn't understand what was causing that unquenchable throbbing in her chest. She only knew that she had to stay far away from that person! Her small hands, hidden in her flowing sleeves, clenched into fists so tightly that her meticulously manicured nails dug into her soft palms. 　　"Halt." A magnetic male voice suddenly sounded behind her, languid yet irresistible. 　　The palace servants in front of her immediately stopped and turned around, and she could only turn around as well. The figure that came into view was dressed in magnificent attire, his handsome face adorned with an elegant smile, his bright, dark eyes as deep as if bottomless—it was the man she wanted to escape to the farthest reaches of. 　　"This servant greets Prince Xi." While she stared blankly at the man, the palace servants had already bowed respectfully.

That call made her realize the man's identity: Prince Yan Xi of the Night Kingdom, the Night Emperor's own brother.
She should have known better; only someone of such high status was qualified to sit beside the Night Emperor.
"Shahua greets Your Highness." Despite her reluctance to face this man, she obediently curtsied.
"Raise your head." He looked at the woman with her head bowed and spoke softly, his words carrying an unyielding domineering air. Her small face slowly lifted, her radiant and stunning beauty like a ray of brilliant sunshine, so intense that it made everything else pale in comparison.
Although she had seen her before, she was still breathtakingly beautiful.
"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." His eyes held undisguised admiration as he chuckled.
"Thank you for your praise, Your Highness." She replied softly, a hint of disappointment in her heart. Was this man just like other men, seeing only her captivating beauty?
"It's not just about your appearance," he said, not missing the fleeting sarcasm in her eyes. Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed her delicate chin, pulling her closer. "And these eyes!"
"How many secrets are hidden in these beautiful eyes? So aloof, so lonely, so devoid of emotion, as if they've weathered countless storms and become indifferent to everything, yet so clear, so pure, like a child's… You are both ruthless and passionate; both worldly and innocent. What captivating eyes! What a contradictory person!" He spoke slowly, his mesmerizing black eyes fixed on her, his handsome face so close she could almost feel his breath on her skin.
Her heart pounded erratically, and she suddenly felt a profound sense of powerlessness and fear… This man had seen right through her!
For the first time in her life, she felt panicked, her small hands gripping the large hand holding her chin, struggling slightly to break free from his control.
"You alluring little flower, are you afraid of me?" Sensing her emotions, the man's smile deepened, his handsome, deep face possessing a captivating, almost sinister allure. His large hand gripped her face like an iron clamp, while his other hand brazenly encircled her slender waist, trapping her within his breath. Then, he spoke forcefully, each word like a spell:
"I, Yan Xi, will become the most important man in your life!"
His confident, determined tone stunned her, causing her to forget to struggle. She could only stare at the man before her with her bright, captivating black eyes, her heart trembling deeply.
The moon shone like frost, the breeze was gentle as water, a cool and refreshing scene.
Sha Hua leaned quietly against the half-open carved window, looking through the fluttering gauze curtains at the pool surrounding the building, the ripples spreading outwards in circles created by the gentle breeze.
The waterside pavilion assigned to her was secluded and exquisitely furnished, a rather special treatment for a dancer presented as a gift to the emperor. She understood, of course, why the Night Emperor treated her so favorably… However, she wasn't a dancer, but a female assassin from the Alluring Palace—a renowned assassin organization in the martial arts world.
The more the Night Emperor valued her, the closer she was to her death!
As she pondered this, a shadow involuntarily surfaced in her mind—the man who had arrogantly declared last night that he would become the most important man in her life… She recalled information about him—rumored to be that the Night King Xi was naturally unrestrained and reckless, acting without considering the consequences, yet he was a peerless talent, skilled in both literature and martial arts, deeply trusted and valued by the Night Emperor. It could be said that the Night Kingdom's current status as a regional hegemon was largely due to Yan Xi's contributions.
She couldn't discern his talent from just one aspect, but the first half of the rumor was undeniably accurate—those dangerously alluring, bewitching eyes… She suddenly realized she was thinking of that man again, her delicate brows furrowing slightly as she bit her rosy lips as punishment.
She couldn't let anyone into her heart! She, Shahua, was a deadly flower of the other shore, unattainable by anyone!
Moreover, this mission was no small matter; the Palace Master's stern instructions before her departure still echoed in her ears—Shahua, if the mission fails, you won't return. She understood she had no way out… No matter what, she had to complete the mission, assassinate the Night Emperor!
"Little Flower…" A pleasant voice suddenly sounded behind her, and a large hand caressed her delicate cheek.
Shahua turned abruptly, and that captivating face came into view, a faint smile playing on her thin lips.
The tall, slender man wore light clothing, his long, thick, jet-black hair cascading down his back like a waterfall, adding a touch of languid allure to his already handsome face. His bewitching black eyes gazed at her, causing her to involuntarily look away.
"Prince Xi." Yan Xi—this man had appeared behind her without her noticing! She was slightly surprised, a moment of wariness rising within her, but she quickly suppressed it and called out softly. Just as she was about to bow, he pulled her into his arms.
Caught off guard, she was pulled into his warm embrace, feeling his strong hand around her waist, his unique masculine scent filling her nostrils—elegant, charming, and intoxicating, just like him.
She wasn't the only one captivated; he was too.
His soft body was boneless, exuding a fragrance blended with a hundred flowers, strong yet not cloying, fatally alluring! His eyes darkened slightly as he lifted her chin, lowering his handsome face to capture her two rosy lips. His nimble tongue probed in without hesitation.
The instant their lips met, she trembled almost imperceptibly. The man's domineering breath overwhelmed her like a tidal wave, and his tongue, swirling wildly in her mouth, seemed to have overturned all reason… She was momentarily confused, intoxicated, her heart pounding uncontrollably, even skipping a few beats. The next instant, she jolted awake, a fear mixed with regret welling up from the depths of her heart. She forcefully pushed the man away.
She had never experienced anything like this before! Her training since childhood had allowed her to ignore any provocation; even in the most passionate moments, she could maintain her composure. Yet this man had so easily shaken her senses!
"Please have some self-respect!" she said softly, almost pleadingly, concealing the panic in her eyes.
"Self-respect?" Yan Xi repeated her words mockingly, a dangerous glint in his dark eyes.
"I've never been rejected by a woman like this in my entire life!"
He took a few steps forward, forcing her against the wall with nowhere to hide. His large hands seized her two slender, fair wrists, his tall, well-proportioned body pressing her delicate frame tightly against the wall.
"I want you!" He locked his gaze into her eyes, which were as shimmering as a lake, and uttered three unwavering words from his thin lips.
Sha Hua's breath caught in her throat. She felt those three words like three strong iron chains binding her heart and body, tightly and firmly, leaving her no room for resistance... But for both personal and professional reasons, she couldn't have anything to do with this man.
"I belong to His Majesty the Night Emperor..." Her red lips parted slightly, the words escaping with difficulty, attempting a final act of resistance. Although she knew that someone as unrestrained and arrogant as him wouldn't have the slightest scruples.
"I don't care." Sure enough, he smiled faintly as if he'd heard a joke, his long fingers lovingly caressing her full, luscious red lips. "If I want, you're mine!"
With that, he lowered his head and once again covered her alluring little mouth. The kiss was intoxicatingly gentle, yet domineeringly heart-stopping. He tenderly sucked on her delicate tongue, while wickedly stealing the air from her mouth, making her dizzy and her mind go blank, involuntarily intoxicated by the tenderness and sweetness aroused by their intertwined lips and tongues.
"Mmm..." In her hazy state, she felt his hand slowly slide down, tearing off the thin veil covering her body. Her snow-white skin was largely exposed to the air, leaving only a pink bodice to cover her nearly bursting breasts.
The cool night air brought her back to consciousness slightly, and she couldn't help but twist her body in resistance, unaware that her movements caused her full breasts to rub against his chest, fueling his lust even more.
"Shahua, you're damnably tempting!" He sighed softly as he pulled away from her slightly swollen red lips.
Before she could respond, his long fingers untied the bodice's ribbons, letting the thin pink fabric fall like cherry blossoms, revealing a breathtakingly beautiful sight.
Her two high, snow-capped peaks swayed slightly, the two rosy nipples on their summits glowing brilliantly in the candlelight. Yan Xi eagerly lowered his head, sucking and nibbling one nipple, his long fingers not to be outdone, gently kneading the other.
"Ah..." She involuntarily let out a soft moan and bit her lower lip. The double stimulation caused her last shred of rationality to vanish, but she unconsciously bit her lip, protesting his violation.
Seemingly dissatisfied with her forbearance, his large hand released its grip on her slender wrist, pulling down her soft long skirt and directly reaching into her panties.
"Mmm!" Her body trembled, instinctively clamping her long, beautiful legs together, her small hands pressing against his chest.
"Don't resist, you can't escape." He raised his handsome face and chuckled, looking at her stubborn, beautiful face, a hint of doting flashing in his eyes. Ignoring her resistance, his hand forced its way between her legs, his long fingers lightly caressing her tightly closed vulva, creating a wet patch.
"Look, it's already wet." He smiled wickedly, waving his fingers, stained with glistening nectar, in front of her eyes, then probing into her full, red lips, forcing her to suckle his sweetness.
"Mmm...don't do this..." Shahua shook her head slightly, her little tongue instinctively entwining with his long fingers, a few muffled sounds of refusal escaping her lips.
"Yes!" He was slightly angered by her repeated resistance, his thin lips uttering a single word with certainty. His fingers, which had occupied her breasts, forcefully twisted and pulled at the blooming red plum blossom.
"No!" The pain and numbness in her chest made her cry out in surprise, her small hands grabbing his shoulders, her body involuntarily going limp.
He took the opportunity to push his knee between her legs, his long fingers rubbing against her through the thin underpants, carefully exploring the alluring shape of that mysterious valley with the help of the slightly damp fabric.
Meanwhile, his lips and tongue were not idle either, sliding down her slender, pink neck, showering her with delicate, soft kisses. When they reached her breasts, the pressure intensified, sometimes teasing her tender nipples, sometimes boldly sucking and biting her smooth flesh, leaving red marks on her snow-white skin, contrasting beautifully with the glistening berries on her peaks.
"Mmm...ah..." She was completely unable to resist such teasing, her body tensing more and more, her red lips uttering a series of seductive moans. Her hands instinctively clung to him, her slender fingers digging into her thick black hair.
Sweet, slippery love juice gushed from her flower, completely soaking the thin fabric, making his touch feel unimpeded. She could clearly feel his wicked fingers caressing her flower, lightly tracing circles at her entrance, teasing her with an involuntary emptiness and a yearning.
Yan Xi suddenly reached out and pulled out the jade hairpin that held half of her dark hair back, letting her full, luscious hair cascade down. Her face, half-hidden by the black hair, remained beautiful, yet even more alluring and captivating. He gazed intently at her exquisite features; her small, rosy lips were alluringly upturned, and her bright, bewitching black eyes were tinged with desire, a hazy, dreamlike quality seemingly concealing countless sorrows.
That pitiful look made him unable to resist lowering his head to kiss her lips again. This time, she didn't resist; her pink tongue even actively entwined with his. In the mingling of their saliva, they each stole each other's breath, eroding each other's reason.
A long finger suddenly slipped inside her panties, finding the erect, moist clitoris, and squeezed it forcefully…
“Mmm…” Sha Hua’s body trembled violently, tensing up, a high-pitched moan escaping from their intertwined lips. In a daze, a heat surged in her lower abdomen, her flower secreting abundant, soft fluid…
“Little flower, you’re incredibly sensitive, you’ve already climaxed?” Feeling his entire palm soaked in her nectar, he chuckled wickedly, licking the swollen lips of the woman in his arms with lingering desire, his dark eyes filled with unfathomable lust.
She closed her watery eyes tightly, her small hands weakly hooking onto his shoulders, her body limp in his arms, panting softly.
In her blurred consciousness, she was afraid of the overwhelming surge of passion she couldn’t control. For so long, lovemaking had been nothing more than a step in a mission for her; she had long forgotten the taste of passion, forgotten the gathering of desire.

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