Fatal Desire

Chapter 72 May I sleep with my head on your hand?

Her nightgown was removed, revealing her flawless, jade-like body to him, while he remained fully clothed.

This was not in line with Song Xi's expectations at all.

"I want to do it myself." Her face was flushed, and she struggled to turn over, pinning Zhao Yansen down on top of her.

Zhao Yansen let her do as she pleased, his gaze burning as he stared intently at Song Xi on his body. Her skin was delicate, and she exuded a faint fragrance of rose and lychee.

After recovering slightly, Song Xi slowly straightened up and knelt in front of Zhao Yansen, leaving a crease in the bed sheet.

With her eyes lowered, she reached out and unbuttoned his pajamas one button at a time, revealing his strong and muscular body, which was both powerful and beautiful.

The shirt was unbuttoned, then the pants.

Song Xi wasn't in a hurry at all, and because she was nervous, her movements were even slower than usual.

Zhao Yansen stared intently at her, and she pulled down her pants, holding her breath and staring blankly at the excited yet dangerous beast.

He slightly curled his thin lips: "What, haven't seen you for years? Don't you recognize me?"

The visual impact was so strong that Song Xi's cheeks flushed bright red instantly. She pursed her lips and continued with the planned steps.

Song Xi had no sense of propriety in this regard, and her fingers were somewhat out of control. Zhao Yansen's breathing became heavier as she made him, and the veins on his forehead throbbed in sync.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he endured the pain, his large hand gripping Song Xi's wrist, pulling him back down beneath him.

"Hey?"

In a dizzying moment, Song Xi lay flat on the bed, her knees being forcefully pushed open. Zhao Yansen then leaned in and kissed her lips.

"I'll let you play another day." His voice was unusually hoarse, filled with a deep desire.

Just as Song Xi was about to ask which day was "another day," the man's powerful body suddenly enveloped her, forcefully penetrating her, exuding a seductive masculine hormone.

In that instant of intense contact, Song Xi couldn't help but hum a soft moan.

His aura was extremely dangerous, as if he wanted to devour her.

Song Xi unconsciously gripped the bed sheet with her five fingers, her beautiful hair swaying tremblingly on the pillow. Zhao Yansen kissed her, his kisses slow and heavy as he entwined with her.

All thoughts, good and bad, floating and settling, are cleansed and transformed into nothingness, vanishing completely.

The bedroom was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, and the intimate sounds coming from the spacious bed were all too clear. Song Xi felt dizzy and raised her long leg to rub her foot against the man's back muscles. Her eyes were burning, and she hummed softly, begging him to stop kissing her and to be gentler.

Zhao Yansen grabbed her hand, his fingers forcefully weaving into hers, intertwining theirs, kissing her while teasing her with controlled restraint.

After a long period of intimacy, my body was initially a little uncomfortable, but the pain disappeared and was replaced by a tingling, pleasurable sensation.

A ferry whistle-like sound flashed through Song Xi's mind, long, grand, and booming. Time and space slowed down at this moment, the noise receded and disappeared, and her breathing became rapid, as if she had been suddenly thrown to the surface of the sea and was struggling to breathe.

The girl's eyelashes trembled violently, tears welled up in her eyes, and she looked pitiful, as if she were about to die.

Zhao Yansen stopped, clicked his tongue, and then began to speak.

He didn't move rashly, controlling his breathing, and used his long fingers to brush away the sweat-dampened hair on Song Xi's forehead to look at her red and wet eyes.

Zhao Yansen gently stroked Song Xi's earlobe with the pad of his right thumb, and affectionately rubbed his nose against her cheek: "Where does it hurt?"

Song Xi shook her head, still a little dazed. She lay on the bed, breathing softly. After a while, she turned over, reached for the blanket, as if she wanted to sleep. Zhao Yansen grabbed both of Song Xi's wrists with one hand, pressed them over her head, and leaned down to stare at her closely. His eyes were deep and extremely aggressive.

Song Xi's heart skipped a beat, confused: "What are you doing?"

"Xi Xi." Zhao Yansen's full Adam's apple bobbed up and down, his voice magnetic and seductive, "Speak some bedroom etiquette."

Song Xi then shifted her gaze, glanced down, and blushed deeply: "Then how... ah..."

The man was strong and muscular, with well-defined muscles and smooth lines, exuding a wild and aggressive aura.

If her life were a painting, then Zhao Yansen would be the most vivid and colorful depiction. Whether in the past, present, or future.

As soon as Zhao Yansen let go of her hand, Song Xi hugged his shoulders and back tightly, burying her face in the crook of his neck, her hair swaying with her breath.

Song Xi's cheeks flushed crimson, she snorted, then relaxed her delicate brows and hugged Zhao Yansen even tighter.

The clock slowly turned a full circle, and the enchanting bedroom was always filled with soft moans and gasps, pausing occasionally but quickly resuming.

The big bear plush toy had been kicked off the bed at some point and was now lying pitifully on the clean carpet.

As the clouds dispersed and the moon emerged, the room gradually quieted down. Song Xi was drenched in sweat, her black hair disheveled on the pillow. She breathed in the fresh air with her red lips slightly parted, still not recovered from her extreme excitement.

Zhao Yansen slowly withdrew, staring at her flushed face for a while. His thin eyelids slid down, and he lowered his eyes. The fresh clam had been bullied so badly that it couldn't close its shell for a while.

Song Xi had her eyes closed and her mind was foggy. She sensed Zhao Yansen getting up and wanted to call him, but she was too tired to do so and could only let him leave.

Shortly after, Zhao Yansen returned with a water glass. He sat on the edge of the bed and gently helped Song Xi sit up.

Song Xi nestled against Zhao Yansen's firm chest, her eyes still closed, her arms wrapped around his neck, her voice still trembling with sobs: "Brother..."

Zhao Yansen pulled her arm down, held the glass to her lips, and coaxed her gently, "Be good, drink some water."

Song Xi opened her eyes, her moist, almond-shaped eyes fixed on his handsome, aloof face, feeling inexplicably angry. She didn't want to accept his kindness, feeling that he had just tormented her too much, and now he was putting on this act.

She turned her face away, frowning as she refused, "I don't want to."

They turned their backs on you after they'd had their fun. Zhao Yansen was so angry he laughed.

He pinched Song Xi's chin with his long fingers, forcefully turning her face back, and said in a deep voice, "Your throat is hoarse. If you don't drink water, will you lose your throat?"

"Was it my fault?" Song Xi frowned and complained, "It was all your fault, um..."

Zhao Yansen pretended not to hear her words, lowered his eyes and held the warm water to her lips, slowly pouring the glass into her mouth to shut her up.

Song Xi was forced to drink half a cup of water. The warm water moistened her throat and flowed comfortably into her internal organs, like a seed being watered with clear water, sprouting tender seedlings.

Zhao Yansen placed the water glass on the bedside table, picked her up horizontally, and carried her into the bathroom.

Song Xi had no strength and didn't struggle, enjoying his bathing service, and then he carefully carried her to his room.

Song Xi huddled under her brother's blanket, deliberately moving to the side to leave him some space.

Zhao Yansen looked at her leisurely, a slight smile curving his lips: "What is the little princess doing?"

Song Xi blinked lightly, took his hand, and asked with bright, moist eyes, "May I sleep with my head on your hand?"

(End of this chapter)