Fatal Desire

Chapter 165 Both Liked and Satisfied
Song Xi tilted her head up to kiss him, and murmured, "Brother always asks me if I miss you, but what about you? Do you miss me?"

"Of course I want to."

Zhao Yansen's thin lips covered hers, and she obediently opened her mouth, passionately kissing him. He uncontrollably increased the pressure, saying, "I've been wanting this for ages."

This was the first time she had been so far away from him, and he couldn't help but feel at ease. When he went to see her and saw that she was living a happy and normal life, he felt relieved, but he still couldn't feel comfortable.

Even though he's older than her and should be more mature, he still can't help but argue with her.

Why is she so happy that he's not here?

Does his presence or absence make no difference to her? Just as she said, she's better off without him?

However, the fact is.

Their bond is natural, containing both the most ardent love and the deepest ties.

They can entrust themselves to each other completely without reservation.

No matter how hard anyone tries, they cannot sway it in the slightest.

Song Xi tilted her head back, her moist, red lips slightly parted, and whimpered softly, her body tense as she said, "Mmm...so heavy..."

She held him tightly, her voice already trembling with sobs, her body as limp as a cloud. The man's approach was passionate and ruthless.

Song Xi's breathing was light and rapid. She told him not to move. Zhao Yansen calmed down and stared intently at the girl sitting in his arms.

Her cheeks were flushed, her forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat, her skin was as white as porcelain, and she was both delicate and naturally charming, making her incredibly beautiful.

The two possessed each other without reservation, their bodies and minds closely intertwined.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, bobbing up and down like a small boat, sometimes coming ashore, her forehead resting against his shoulder for a short rest.

After a short while, he recovered and continued.

Song Xi had no idea just how alluring she was, or how much she could erode one's reason.

A surge of uncontrollable desire welled up in Zhao Yansen's heart. He held Song Xi's thighs with his hands, turned her over, and pressed her down onto the sofa.

With a dizzying sensation, Song Xi lay flat on her back. Before she could react, the man's tall and strong body pressed down on her, completely taking her over.

His behavior became increasingly ruthless.

Song Xi felt something accumulating and brewing deep within her soul, as if it were about to break free from its constraints and reunite with him in the next second.

The pleasure made her nerve endings dizzy, and her eyelashes trembled uncontrollably.

Before they knew it, all their clothes had been removed. Skin to skin pressed together without any barrier, this unhindered intimacy gave rise to a warmth that was utterly captivating.

Song Xi's consciousness was blurred, tears welled up in her eyes, and she sobbed, "Waaah, brother... no..."

She probably doesn't realize that begging for mercy at a time like this is an excellent aphrodisiac for men.

So the man pinning her down ignored her pleas for mercy, instead gripping her waist tightly and kissing her deeply and forcefully.

His waist felt like it was about to break, his toes were taut and curled, his long, silky hair swayed, and he could no longer muster any strength.

She was incredibly soft-spoken.

Zhao Yansen showed no restraint, lowering his head to capture her lips, his voice low and seductive: "Why don't you hug me?"

Song Xi sobbed and reached out to cling to his shoulder. Her black hair was soaked and spread all over the sofa. Her fair face was flushed, and her soft moans became hoarse.

He continued...

Song Xi clung tightly to Zhao Yansen's shoulders, trembling uncontrollably. She felt a mixture of pleasure, satisfaction, and a sense of unbearable discomfort.

His gaze fell upon me, his eyes dark and brooding.

Her long, curled eyelashes were wet, and tears rolled uncontrollably from her eyes.

He lowered his head and gently kissed her eyes: "Hmm?"

"Mmm..." "Too comfortable?" The man chuckled softly from his chest. His hot body pressed against hers, and she could clearly feel the rustling vibrations inside his chest.

Song Xi held him tightly, trembling violently, unable to utter a single word. Her long, thick eyelashes, like butterfly wings, fluttered as if she were about to fly away at any moment.

"It'll be over soon," he whispered, kissing her lips. Meanwhile, they regrouped.

That's what they said, just when Song Xi thought it was over.

Zhao Yansen scooped her up from the sofa, held her tightly in his arms, and made her sit facing him in his lap.

Song Xi opened her eyes groggily in her daze, only to be caught off guard by the man's dark and alluring gaze.

His usually indifferent and aloof black eyes were now tinged with a pale red by love and desire. His pupils were filled with her reflection.

It was as if he could only see her.

Song Xi was so tired she couldn't even sit up. She slumped limply in his arms, nestled against his strong chest, and whispered sweetly, "Aren't you done yet... I'm so tired... Brother..."

"Baby," Zhao Yansen lowered his head to kiss her, gently coaxing, "It'll be soon, just bear with it a little longer."

Song Xi obediently replied, "Alright then, I'll give you three more minutes."

Her expression was charming and innocent, and she clung to him tightly, causing the man to let out a soft breath.

"Okay." He replied in a deep, easygoing voice, but his offensive was as fierce as ever.

The girl hugged him tightly, letting out soft moans and sobs: "Zhao Yansen... gently..."

Whether as an elder in the past or as her close boyfriend now, Zhao Yansen knows what she likes.

Therefore, she sat in his lap, with nowhere to retreat.

Song Xi's tears fell on him, she trembled slightly, and collapsed onto his chest, letting out soft sobs, sometimes cursing him as a bastard, sometimes saying how much she loved him.

Her voice became hoarse from crying.

Hearing the girl's soft, sweet moans, Zhao Yansen's heart pounded. His scalp tingled, and he kissed her chin, neck, and collarbone with passionate kisses... He would praise her from time to time and call her "baby," "Xixi," and "good girl" tenderly.

I don't know when it ended.

The autumn rain outside the window drizzled all night.

When Song Xi woke up in the morning, she groggily opened her eyes and saw Zhao Yansen already dressed and standing by the window making a phone call.

He casually tucked one hand into his pocket, while holding his phone to his ear with the other.

She propped herself up and sat on the bed, her gaze sweeping over his long, well-defined fingers.

The tender green willow leaves on the balcony, glistening with raindrops, appeared even more vibrant and fresh in the morning light.

Zhao Yansen stood in the dim sunlight, his tall and straight figure outlined in faint shadows, like a solitary, cold blade.

He reverted to his usual aloof and composed demeanor, a stark contrast to his frenzy the previous night.

The words he had whispered in her ear echoed in her mind, and Song Xi's ears burned with embarrassment as she buried her head in the soft silk quilt.

Her brother also said she wasn't reserved enough, and he wasn't much better.

Zhao Yansen hung up the phone, slowly turned around, and saw the naked girl sitting on the bed. He walked towards her and asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Song Xi looked up, her voice still a little hoarse despite having hydrated in time: "No."

Zhao Yansen had just sat down on the edge of the bed.

She instinctively threw herself into his arms, her arms wrapping around him like vines, and gently nuzzled his neck with lingering sleepiness.

Why did you wake up so early?

(End of this chapter)