Fatal Desire

Chapter 136 The Medicine Bottle

Zhao Yansen's fingers traced down her waistline, sending a tingling sensation through her.

Song Xi's eyes were moist as she gazed at him with a misty look.

The man had a sharp, angular jawline, a long neck, and a prominent Adam's apple that was extremely sexually attractive.

She wrapped her long legs tightly around his waist and rubbed against him. The soft, thin fabric between them was barely enough to keep her from feeling anything; she could clearly sense his strong presence.

Song Xi's ears turned red, and she murmured impatiently, "I want a kiss."

Zhao Yansen once again captured her lips in his mouth, his kisses becoming increasingly fierce and intense.

The empty and quiet bedroom was filled almost entirely with the sounds of their intimate kisses, their rapid heartbeats, and their blush-inducing breaths.

Song Xi's eyes welled up with tears from the kisses. Her mind was a mess, her face flushed an alluring red, and her slender neck tilted back instinctively, wanting more.

He relied entirely on his senses to feel for the buttons on his shirt.

I can't figure it out, I'm getting a little anxious.

Her haute couture dress was so thin that Zhao Yansen could easily tear it apart if he wanted to, but the tearing would inevitably hurt her skin.

So, while kissing her, he skillfully and gently removed her clothes.

Song Xi's black hair was spread out on the sofa, and her whole body was enveloped in a layer of snow-white light, which was particularly dazzling.

Zhao Yansen's gaze lingered on her delicate, creamy skin for a moment before he looked up to admire her expression. He saw Song Xi biting her lower lip and looking at him with a hint of anxiety.

Song Xi was frail from childhood, and he took great care of her. She obediently ate a lot of nourishing foods and medicinal dishes, but she didn't gain any weight.

Song Xi was only wearing her undergarments, while Zhao Yansen was completely unharmed. She blushed with embarrassment and instinctively tried to sit up, but before she could move her upper body, Zhao Yansen grabbed her leg with quick eyes and hands.

He glanced at her, as if to say, "Running away again?"

Song Xi urged him, "Your clothes..."

Zhao Yansen's dark eyes were fixed on her. He raised his hand and used his long, slender fingers to unbutton his shirt. As each button was undone, his strong and powerful male body came into Song Xi's view.

She unconsciously pulled her knees together, but he grabbed her calves and pulled them apart.

Zhao Yansen wrapped her legs around his waist, his hot hands pressed against her slender waist, his fingertips unhooking the clasp and grasping a soft, white mound of skin directly under her delicate skin.

His palms were burning hot, and with thin calluses, Song Xi couldn't help but tremble.

At the same time, Zhao Yansen's other hand moved down along her waistline, easily peeling off her last layer of skin.

He was well-built, and his fingers were considerably larger than Song Xi's. As he moved his fingers nimbly, she hummed softly and called out, "Brother, um..."

She felt weak all over.

Zhao Yansen swallowed hard, then lowered his head to kiss her neck. The burning kiss on her collarbone spread to her heart, making her heart pound.

A dazzling display of fireworks flashed through her mind, as brilliant as tonight's grand fireworks show. Song Xi opened her mouth slightly and took a small breath of fresh air.

She was still savoring the afterglow and hadn't come to her senses when Zhao Yansen grabbed her knees, leaned down, and kissed her lips while slowly and deeply penetrating her.

Song Xi's toes immediately curled up, rubbing against the soft plush of the sofa, feeling a tingling sensation.

After teasing her for a moment, Zhao Yansen suddenly revealed everything...

Caught off guard, Song Xi didn't react in time, and suddenly gasped.

Zhao Yansen buried his face in the crook of her neck, enduring the pain, waiting for her to adjust and calm down. Then, as if remembering something, he suddenly chuckled softly.
"Medicine pot".

It's full. Song Xi wrapped her arms around his neck, her eyes misting over, and unconsciously twisted her body to signal him.

Realizing what she meant, Zhao Yansen suppressed his breathing and gently bit her lip: "Aren't you afraid of death, Xixi?"

Song Xi's lips were rosy and moist, her peach blossom eyes held a lush, moist mist, and a pure, infatuated look.

An irresistible pleasure arose, and the psychological and physiological pleasure became intense and clear, making her feel an endless sense of security.

The whole world seemed to quiet down, with only the flickering light overhead like a silkworm about to emerge from its cocoon.

Hot and drowsy, yet brimming with vitality.

Song Xi hugged Zhao Yansen's neck tightly, her whole body drenched in sweat. A thin layer of sweat also appeared on his forehead, and a drop of sweat fell at the corner of her eye, mingling with her tears as they streamed down her face.

Zhao Yansen brushed her hair aside, saw that she was biting her lip and her eyes were glazed, and kissed her cheek: "Comfortable?"

Upon hearing this, Song Xi took a moment to react, looking at him with teary eyes and softly uttering a soft "Mmm".

Zhao Yansen breathed heavily, initially teasing her with controlled intensity, but gradually becoming more aggressive. Song Xi clung tightly to his strong shoulders, a few clear tears falling onto his shoulder as she cried out softly.

"What did you call me?" Zhao Yansen asked in a low voice.

A sense of confusion overwhelmed her thoughts. Song Xi buried her face in his neck, sobbing softly, her voice trembling: "Waaah... Zhao... Zhao Yansen... slow..."

Zhao Yansen remained strong, supporting her legs and hips with his hands, easily lifting her onto his body.

Song Xi immediately wrapped her legs around him, like vines, tightly coiling around his body. Zhao Yansen gently lifted her up, then put her down again.

She buried her face in the crook of his neck, clinging tightly to him, and sobbed softly, "Gently."

Zhao Yansen seemed not to hear him and strode toward the bed. Song Xi could clearly feel his every step. Unable to bear it, she tried to get up, but he grabbed her waist and pressed her back down.

Song Xi was trembling uncontrollably, cursing her brother as a big bastard.

Zhao Yansen gently laid her down on the bed, then pressed down on her and forcefully took her again.

Song Xi was trapped between him and the bed sheet, and heard him say in a deep voice, "Xi Xi is a little princess."

The fairy tale has been rewritten: a ferocious beast snatches away the delicate princess, and they become entangled in a passionate and intense lovemaking.

He retreated, paused for a moment, and as he tore open the new packaging, Song Xi's slightly parted, rosy lips, and she subconsciously supported herself on her arms as she backed away.

Zhao Yansen put on his protective gear, looked up at her, his pupils deep and dark. He grabbed her ankle with his large hand and pulled her back without giving her a chance to resist.

Song Xi felt completely possessed, her body temperature rising, and she tilted her head back to kiss him.

A fundamental principle of mechanics states that if a perfectly smooth surface existed, the motion of a sphere would not cease.

The same applies to them.

As night deepened outside the window, the atmosphere inside grew increasingly intimate. Amidst the stillness, there were sounds of passionate, ambiguous activity.

In the dead of night, the bed is like the tides and moon on the shore, one wave after another, constantly crashing against the reefs.

Song Xi felt hot all over and veered slightly off course, but was suddenly pulled back into Zhao Yansen's arms. Due to the inertia, the pull was heavier than ever before.

"Ah..." Song Xi couldn't help but moan, her cheeks burning, her arms tightly wrapped around his broad shoulders and back.

Zhao Yansen's voice was husky with deep desire as he kissed her lips and asked, "Have you missed me all these years?"

(End of this chapter)