Mu Yang leaned in slowly, his movements slow and charged with unspeakable intimacy as he whispered into Lingxi's ear with a low, rasping murmur: "Yes, I'm like a starved wolf right now – jealousy has me teetering on the edge of madness. How does one soothe a beast gone feral?" Crystal droplets trickled down his chiseled cheekbones, tracing a glistening path that disappeared into the taut muscles of his abdomen.
A shiver of electricity shot through Lingxi's veins as she watched him close the distance between them, her mind suddenly flooded with vivid memories of their past intimacy flickering like a reel of film. When his scorching palm pressed against the small of her back, she finally let out a breathy laugh, her fingertips skating over the damp trails on his chest. "Territorial marking is a beast's instinct, isn't it?" she murmured.
At this moment, Mu Yang wore a deep V-neck T-shirt that revealed the elegant curves of his collarbones. Below them, his chiseled eight-pack abs rippled with every movement, paired with the enviable v-tapered waist – what others called the "alpha male torso" – a perfect demonstration of the saying "slim in clothes, muscular out of them." The sight made Lingxi's cheeks flush softly, her breath catching as she involuntarily swallowed. A shy blush crept across her face as she gently took his hand, her voice filled with coaxing sweetness:
"Please don't be angry, okay? When Lin Yunhe confessed today, I rejected him immediately. He's a good person, but my heart has always only had room for you. You're my one and only, Mu Yang."
She tilted her face upward, her eyes dewy and imploring, adding a coquetry (coy pleading) lilt to her tone.
"Truly?" Mu Yang's eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze smoldering with a mix of intensity and scrutiny, as if trying to peer into her soul. He leaned closer inch by inch, his forehead almost touching hers. With each breath, Lingxi felt his warm exhales brushing her cheeks. Just before their lips met, he paused – while his large hand had already possessively gripped her slender waist, pulling her abruptly off balance.
Her full, inviting curves collided abruptly with Mu Yang's rock-hard chest, pressing together with no space between them. The air in the cramped bathroom seemed to solidify instantly, saturated with thick, heady tension that clung to every surface.
A primal urge flashed through Mu Yang's mind like lightning, compelling him forward. Without pause, his hands moved with deliberate intent, firmly lifting her rounded hips. A startled gasp escaped Lingxi as she instinctively wrapped her legs around his tapered waist, her arms frantically circling his neck while her fingers trembled slightly.
Mu Yang abruptly spun them around, and with a soft thud, Lingxi found her back pressed against the cool white tiles. Her front remained flush against his scorching, rippling torso. In that split second, a sensation of icy fire coursed through her veins – like plunging into boiling springs during a snowstorm or stepping into an ice cave under the midday sun. The intensity overwhelmed her, igniting a deep flush across her cheeks as her thoughts spiraled into delicious chaos.
Mu Yang leaned in close, his hot breath fanning her ear as he growled through gritted teeth, voice rough with pent-up frustration: "I want to fuck you so hard you'll be crying for mercy, unable to walk for days. That's what you get for being such a heartless little tease, making me jealous with your flirty ways." Before Lingxi could react, he surged forward, capturing her plush lips in a bruising kiss. His mouth ravaged hers with unrestrained aggression – teeth nipping, tongue plundering – while their ragged breaths mingled with the lewd sounds echoing in the tiled bathroom.
As he stole her breath, his lips trailed hotly down her elegant neck, leaving deep, purpling love bites like brand marks of ownership. Meanwhile, his hand slid possessively over her soft curves, kneading and shaping the supple flesh with deliberate care. Every so often, his thumb flicked teasingly over the sensitive peaks, drawing wanton gasps from her throat as he claimed her body with thorough, unapologetic greed.
Lingxi gasped breathlessly as Mu Yang's intense ministrations overwhelmed her senses, his unrestrained passion washing over her like a tempest. Soft, breathy moans escaped her parted lips – "Ah... Mmm... Oh..." – each sound a fuel to the fire burning in Mu Yang's veins, driving him toward further exploration.
Leaning in without hesitation, he captured her sensitive peak between his lips, his tongue swirling expertly as he alternated between gentle sucks and firm pulls. Wet, audible smacks echoed in the room as he savored her like the most decadent delicacy, his ministrations leaving glistening trails of saliva connecting their bodies under the warm glow of the lights.
The lewd sight of those silvery threads made Lingxi flush crimson, her body arching involuntarily as she writhed against him. Her slender waist undulated, hips bucking wildly in a silent plea for more – a movement that ignited Mu Yang's primal instincts.
Carefully lifting her onto the marble vanity as if handling a priceless artifact, he knelt before her with reverence. Trembling hands spread her creamy thighs wider, revealing the intoxicating promise hidden between them. His eyes darkened with carnal hunger as he dipped his head lower...
Mu Yang's eyes burned crimson with desire, his throat bobbing violently as his breath came in ragged bursts like storm-driven drums. His hands and mouth moved of their own accord, embarking on a forbidden exploration. His fingers, electrifying in their touch, gently parted the veiled mysteries of her most intimate garden – where glistening dew pooled like morning pearls, shimmering erotically in the dim light.
A guttural groan rumbled from his throat as he eagerly laved the delicate moisture with his tongue, savoring her sweetness like liquid ambrosia. Meanwhile, his hands fluttered like butterflies, tenderly caressing the petal-soft folds until the roseate heart of her bloom unfurled before him.
His fingers danced in rhythmic patterns, coaxing a symphony of sighs from her trembling form as the air thickened with intoxicating musk. Suddenly, his searing palms coiled possessively around her narrow waist, the pressure leaving no room for resistance. Leaning in, his lips traced a devotional path – starting at her silken throat, trailing over her fluttering collarbones, descending ever closer to her secret garden as if determined to worship every inch of her being.
A jolt of electricity shot up Lingxi's spine, her body convulsing as her rounded hips bucked wildly like blossoms trembling in a tempest. Her back arched involuntarily, tracing a sinuous curve that mirrored the moon's crescent, while her silken tresses cascaded wildly – each strand whispering of her unbridled desire.
A wave of indescribable tingling coursed through Lingxi's core, her arousal trickling forth like a silken stream that pooled between her thighs, adding to the heady eroticism of the moment. Mu Yang's tongue moved with the precision of a butterfly dancing among spring blossoms, exploring every crevice with relentless skill – each flick and swirl drawing breathless gasps from her parted lips. His rough, husky voice rumbled against her ear, thick with possessive hunger: "Do you like this? Do you? I want every part of you to belong to me completely – to brand my mark on your soul so deeply it can never be erased."
Lingxi panted raggedly, her breath hitching with a mix of nervous tremors and petulant pleading. A vivid blush spread across her cheeks like sunset-streaked clouds, deepening as she tilted her chin upward. Her dewy eyes swam with conflicting emotions as she whispered hoarsely: "I want you – I need you so badly... My heart has always been yours. But please... have mercy on me now..." Her voice trailed into breathy moans, punctuated by soft gasps.
Mu Yang inhaled sharply, his arm trembling as he extended three rigid fingers. Like an explorer venturing into forbidden territory, he curved them slowly, reverently, inch by excruciating inch into her molten depths. The moment he breached her tightness, an electric shock jolted through him – a white-hot surge that seared his nerves, setting his blood ablaze.
At this moment, his mind was consumed by a single wild, searing thought that spun incessantly:"I want to have her, to fuck her hard. I held her buttocks with all my might, thrusting into her again and again, crazily sucking her until she hung her head in submission, completely lost in this wild, passionate vortex of worship.oh!Mybaby!"When Lingxi's climax came like surging waves, one after another, her body completely went limp and she could only keep panting softly.
At that moment, Mu Yang's sultry voice murmured against her ear: "Baby, you've had your pleasure – now it's my turn." Lingxi's heavy-lidded eyes cracked open to see his large palm wrapped around his thick, flushed member, throbbing with pent-up desire. With a blend of tenderness and relentless insistence, he guided it slowly toward her secret garden.
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At this moment, Mu Yang also felt the indescribable wonderful sensation of being tightly clamped by the honeyed cave. The moistness of the dewdrops seemed to focus the entire world on the place where their bodies were intertwined. He couldn't wait to start moving his steel-hard member in Lingxi's honeyed cave at a steady rhythm, stirring it up. The fleshy rod moved back and forth rapidly inside the honeyed cave, making a slapping sound.
Each entry and exit brought a soul-stirring pleasure, accompanied by the two's heavy breathing, interweaving into a passionate symphony of desire. Mu Yang lowered his head and couldn't help but tenderly kiss Ling Xi's tongue, their tongues playing and entangling in each other's moist mouths, swallowing each other's saliva, as if such exploration could lead them to the deepest secrets of each other's souls. Those sounds filled with shyness and desire kept coming from their mouths, echoing in this private space, telling of the intense love and passion between them that couldn't be diluted. Thus, Mu Yang took Ling Xi again and again. After several rounds, as the sky gradually brightened, Mu Yang finally fell into a deep sleep in exhaustion.