Fatal Desire

Chapter 42 A Kiss and a Bite Happen Together

Song Xi was caught off guard by his actions and lunged straight at Zhao Yansen.

She lay on his firm, warm chest, her soft, black hair cascading down, her full lips brushing against his thin lips.

Zhao Yansen's hot breath brushed against her lips, and Song Xi's heart, which had finally calmed down, started pounding wildly again.

She held her breath and cautiously looked up at him. The man still had his eyes closed, and his breathing was normal, showing no signs of waking up.

"Brother?" Song Xi called out tentatively.

Zhao Yansen's shirt was taken off, leaving him shirtless. Song Xi lay on top of him, feeling the heat spreading continuously from his body into hers.

This made her body feel hot, her mouth dry, and she unconsciously licked her lips.

Song Xi stared intently at the sleeping Zhao Yansen, reached out her right hand, and gently stroked his eyes and eyelashes. Her fingertips suddenly trembled, as if some kind of electric current had flowed through them, leaving a tingling sensation.

She moved closer, rubbing her cheek against Zhao Yansen's, and the electric sensation became even stronger.

An indescribable longing suddenly arose in my heart, as if this little touch alone could not satisfy it.

Song Xi gently stroked Zhao Yansen's chin with one hand, her fingertips lightly caressing his cheek, her bright peach blossom eyes revealing a hint of madness and charm.

"Brother, I want to kiss you. If you don't agree, just say so." Her voice was soft, yet it seemed to carry a deep allure.

The man remained silent.

"Silence means consent. Did I kiss you?" Song Xi's lips were already pressed against his thin lips, yet she still patiently waited. "I'll give you three more seconds."

"three two"

"one!"

There was silence in the room.

Song Xi rolled her eyes slightly, closed them, and kissed Zhao Yansen's face. His skin was pale and clean, soft to the touch, yet it gave her a strong shock.

It was just a kiss on the cheek, which is very unusual.

But she had no control over it at all.

Song Xi felt a chill run down her spine. She licked her lips and murmured, "Wow, that's amazing. A kiss got her all excited."

The suite lights were off, only the warm orange glow of the wall lamps illuminated her eyes. She looked at Zhao Yansen, her gaze gently sliding across his handsome face, engulfing him inch by inch.

Her fingers had somehow moved to his thin lips, and she poked them with her fingertips. They were soft and slightly cool... very pleasant to kiss.

Song Xi stared at Zhao Yansen's lips, swallowed, and slowly lowered her head until her lips covered his thin lips.

The instant their lips touched, a surge of intense stimulation rushed to her head, causing her to unconsciously hold her breath, her blood almost stopping for a second.

A surge of intense excitement coursed through every nerve in Song Xi's body, causing her to tremble.

She rubbed her lips against Zhao Yansen's lips for a moment, but gradually became unsatisfied. She opened her mouth slightly, took his lips in her mouth, and sucked on them lightly and heavily. Her lips pressed down, pressing even more tightly together.

In the vast, quiet room, the faint, lingering sounds of lips and teeth were particularly clear.

When she spoke haphazardly and with heavy emphasis, his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

He was probably quite drunk, because even in this state, he showed no signs of sobering up.

With her lips still clenched, Song Xi opened her eyes and looked at Zhao Yansen's face, somewhat distracted, and accidentally bit his lip.

She caught a glimpse of the man frowning.

Song Xi was stunned when she tasted a faint metallic taste of blood in her mouth.

She looked down at the wound on his mouth, where bright red blood oozed out, like a raging flame, burning brighter and brighter, unstoppable.

As Song Xi stared intently at his lips, the sleeping man suddenly raised his hand, moving it past her waist and silky hair to her neck.

Before Song Xi could react, Zhao Yansen had already grabbed the back of her neck, pried open her teeth, and forcefully entwined his tongue with hers.

The kiss and the bite happened at the same time.

This kiss was unexpected and completely unexpected.

Their lips and tongues intertwined, the air thick with the scent of blood. Unlike her playful kisses, Zhao Yansen's advances were fierce, his touch completely overtaking Song Xi's breath, her heart burning and tingling.

When the kiss ended and they parted, her lips were moist, delicate, and bright red, and she was slightly out of breath.

Song Xi's pupils dilated as she stared incredulously at the man beneath her.

He was so drunk that he didn't refuse her; he even kissed her first.

Am I dreaming? Am I mistaking her for a woman from my dream?
Thinking of this, Song Xi felt displeased and bit his lip hard.

Just then, Zhao Yansen's large hand suddenly moved down, pinched her chin, and forcefully pried open her mouth.

The tip of the tongue probes in, the kiss both tender and passionate.

The intimate sounds of kissing filled my ears, and alluring hormones surged and raged.

The burning heat ignited a fuse within her, and a surge of heat rose from deep within. Song Xi's body gradually went limp; her adrenaline surged, and soft moans escaped her nose.

The mature man's steady body completely encircled her, and the kiss was intense. Song Xi was having trouble breathing and wanted to turn her head to catch her breath, but he forcefully turned her face back and continued the kiss.

I'm suffocating.

Song Xi raised her long, slender neck and laboriously turned over, lying on her side on the bed. Only then did the man release her.

Her lips became red and swollen from the kiss, and her tongue felt burning from being sucked.

Song Xi's breathing was unsteady. He looked at Zhao Yansen, who was still asleep, but his breathing was slightly heavier than before.

The bite marks from her still lingered on his lips.

Song Xi swallowed instinctively, a ticklish itch rising within her.

She took two deep breaths and was about to get up when Zhao Yansen lifted her with his long legs, pinning her to the bed and pulling her into his arms.

"???"

Song Xi looked completely bewildered: "Brother, brother? Zhao Yansen?"

There has still been no response.

No, there was a response.

He hugged her even tighter, almost melding her whole body into his arms.

Song Xi's cheek was pressed against the man's chest, and she could clearly hear his strong heartbeat, hot and reassuring.

She tried to push him away, but she couldn't move at all.

Song Xi wasn't guilty at all; on the contrary, she felt a subtle sense of excitement.

Excessive excitement makes it difficult to fall asleep, but in Zhao Yansen's arms, she closed her eyes, her breathing gradually calmed, and she finally fell asleep completely.

I slept soundly through the night, the best I've had in years.

The next morning, when Song Xi woke up, she felt refreshed and in a very good mood.

Even sleeping pills don't help me fall asleep this quickly.

She tilted her head back from Zhao Yansen's embrace, blinked her eyelashes, and gazed at his sleeping face.

The older brother has a very striking appearance, with a Western bone structure and an Eastern skin, making him extremely handsome.

She took advantage of the fact that he was still asleep to observe him up close for a while.

Without lingering long, Song Xi gently removed Zhao Yansen's arm from her waist, straightened her energetic body, got out of bed, bent down to pick up her high heels, and quickly left the room.

Just as her figure was about to disappear from the room, the man, who should have been sleeping soundly, slowly opened his eyes.

The room was dimly lit, and a few rays of light fell into his dark, deep eyes. The drunkenness of last night was completely gone, replaced by a clear and sharp gaze.

Zhao Yansen lifted his eyelids and looked toward the doorway, catching a fleeting glimpse of the hem of a skirt.

—Mermaid skirt.

(End of this chapter)