A whirlwind marriage with a high-ranking official: Lights out, don't force me to take the initi

"Now you know fear?"

He lowered his head, his warm breath brushing against her neck.

Ye Wenxi's fair skin was assaulted by his scalding hot tongue.

She tilted her head back, her fingers unconsciously gripping his arm, her breathing already erratic.

The bra clasp was easily undone by his fingertips, the restraints loosened, and warm air instantly pressed against his exposed skin.

A blush accompanied her lips and teeth...

"Lu Weidong..."

Ye Wenxi's voice trembled slightly, the last syllable carrying an unconscious softness.

He lowered his head, his nose brushing against her burning skin, his voice deep and husky, almost irritating.

"explain."

"Do you want it?"

Ye Wenxi bit her lower lip hard, her cheeks burning, feeling both ashamed and angry.

If she didn't speak, he would keep teasing her, his fingertips lingering on her, his breath burning hot, determined to force her to make a sound.

Speaking out is tantamount to opening the floodgates and welcoming the overwhelming tide that can engulf reason.

She closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling violently, and she forced out a breathy sound through her teeth:

"Lu Weidong...no..."

Lu Weidong let out a low chuckle.

The laughter was deep and hoarse, carrying an undisguised sense of triumph and a hint of dangerous excitement about to spiral out of control.

I looked into her misty eyes in the dim light.

"Ye Wenxi." He called her name, each word carrying weight.

"What do you think...?"

He lowered his head, his nose almost brushing against hers, their hot breaths mingling.

"After you whispered that secret..."

"Is it even possible for me to stop...?"

Lu Weidong's X paper is not satin XX, but touches the depths.

Unable to control himself, Ye Wenxi let out a mournful cry like a fledgling bird about to fall.

Lu Weidong's eyes burned with an undisguised aggression, locking onto her firmly.

"Is this the place you were talking about today?"

Lu Weidong captured her lips in his mouth.

The spring tide scattered... and fell to the ground.

Ye Wenxi closed her eyes, and a muffled, aggrieved hum escaped from her nose.

"snort...."

My body instinctively wanted to curl up and break free.

As soon as she moved her waist, she was grabbed by a strong arm and pressed back into his arms.

"Don't try to escape."

Lu Weidong's voice rang close to her ear, low and hoarse.

With lingering breaths and a clear warning.

"This is nothing!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he grasped the hand that was trying to press against his chest.

He spread out her slender fingers one by one.

He lowered his head, and his warm lips first landed on her sweaty palm, gently sucking it.

Then, slowly and clearly kiss upwards along the delicate skin on the inside of the wrist.

Each kiss was wet, leaving a subtle itch and a burning sensation.

He stopped kissing, but didn't let go.

He then forcefully squeezed his fingers between hers, their ten fingers interlocking perfectly, so tightly that there wasn't a single gap.

The tactile sensation of skin-to-skin contact becomes more direct.

"You today..."

"Did you also mention this place?"

Ye Wenxi trembled.

My heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly by an invisible hand, then suddenly released, and my blood rushed to my head.

"And then... what happened to them?"

She covered her face, unable to look into his eyes that burned with a dark fire that seemed to devour her, and lowered her eyelashes in a panic.

Suddenly—

Suddenly!

A sudden, overwhelming force shattered all hesitation and gaps without warning.

Lu Weidong's long-awaited and meticulously planned complete takeover finally began at this moment.

The air was filled with a damp, warm, sweet, and fishy smell.

It was intertwined with the two people's hot, intertwined breaths.

The moonlight swayed. The shadows of the trees swayed.

Occasionally, there would be short, suppressed sobs that escaped from his throat.

Or it could be a low, almost trembling groan, like the roar of a wild beast in the deepest part of its lair.

Her vision became blurry.

He was drawing a map of his territory on her body that only he could understand.

"Is what you said today... true?"

"Still like this?"

His voice was low and husky, his hot breath brushing against her sweaty neck, with an almost cruel patience, determined to elicit her most genuine reaction.

Ye Wenxi was powerless to resist.

"The one surnamed Lu..."

Her eyes were red at the corners, and she was forced to shed a few physiological tears.

The voice was broken and intermittent, filled with sobs and resentment at being powerless to resist.

"You... bastard..."

This insult, soft and powerless, is more like a disguised form of submission and confirmation.

Upon hearing this, Lu Weidong chuckled softly, a sound that resonated in his chest, carrying the satisfied joy of having his wish fulfilled.

"Um."

He should be at peace with himself.

"Well said."

He whispered in her ear, his voice deep and seductive like a spell that tempts one to fall.

"There are even worse bastards."

"Would you like to give it a try?"

He actually tried it out.

It was something completely different from before...

My vision blurred, and all I could hear was my own uncontrollable heartbeat and his slow, deliberate breathing.

She tried to grasp something, but her fingertips could only weakly trace across his sweaty back, leaving a few faint, fleeting red marks.

"Lu... Weidong..."

Her voice was broken and incoherent, each word laced with moisture.

""

He answered quickly and decisively, lowering his head to kiss her trembling lips, swallowing up the remaining sobs.

The kiss also carried a sense of control, gently and thoroughly invading her presence.

I do not know how long it has been

Like a storm brewing beneath a calm sea, it finally unleashed towering waves.

In her final moments, she seemed to hear him whisper her name close to her ear.

"Wenxi".

There seemed to be a faint, barely perceptible hoarseness in that voice, a sound that was extremely tense.

Then came utter ruin.

She was so tired that she couldn't move a single finger, but she vaguely felt that he was still holding her.

Her heartbeat gradually calmed down from its frantic pace, and warm palms gently patted her sweaty back, one after another.

Then, she heard a low, hoarse sigh, tinged with lingering meaning, in her ear.

The moonlight quietly blanketed the ground, and the shadows of the trees remained motionless on the window.

The steamy smell inside dissipated a bit, and a cool night breeze slipped in.

Only the old clock on the wall was still ticking away.

Ye Wenxi lay paralyzed on the bed, her whole body flushed and covered in a fine sweat.

She was so tired she couldn't move her fingers, but she didn't feel unwell; she just felt languid and weak.

Lu Weidong propped himself up, looked down at her for a while, his eyes deep.

But the fierceness from before is gone; it's now soft and connected.

"Tired?" His voice was hoarse, but very soft.

Ye Wenxi gave a vague "hmm," drawing it out.

Lu Weidong reached out and wiped away the wetness from the corner of her eyes, then brushed aside the stray hairs on her face.

"Rest," he said, "I'm afraid you'll get tired."

He even stopped once to let her lie on him and catch her breath, and fed her some water.

Finally, seeing that her eyes were clearer and she had the strength to pinch him again, he really stopped.

Lu Weidong carried her to the dry side of the bed and covered her with a blanket.

"Lie down, I'll go boil some water," he said, and then got out of bed.

The sound of rushing water was very clear at night.

A smile involuntarily crept onto my lips.

She acts so fiercely, but she's still very tender.

Lu Weidong took out a lozenge that he had just opened.

"Here, have a piece."