Passionate Night-1 (R-18)

Finally, she stood before him, a vision of beauty in the candlelight. The red silk belly band, her only remaining garment, clung to her curves, the laces trailing down her back like a tempting invitation.

Her face was flushed, her lips still damp and slightly swollen from their earlier kiss.

Her eyes, usually so calm and serene, now shone with a mixture of desire and a hint of shyness.

She lifted her hands, her gaze meeting his, a silent question in their depths. Then, with a newfound boldness that thrilled him, she reached for him, her fingers finding the edges of his wedding robe.

With slow, deliberate movements, she began to undress him, her touch both tentative and eager.

The heavy fabric of his robe slid from his shoulders, revealing the hard contours of his body beneath.

Beneath the layers of silk, he was a warrior, honed and hardened by years of training and battle.

Broad shoulders tapered down to a lean waist, his chest a tapestry of sculpted muscle, his stomach firm and flat, marked with the faint lines of well-defined abs.

She hesitated, her gaze sweeping over him, a flicker of awe in her eyes before her hands, as if drawn by an invisible force, reached out to touch him.

Her fingers splayed against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her palms, the solid strength of the muscles beneath her fingertips.

He drew her into a close embrace, his arms wrapping around her, holding her close. He kissed her forehead tenderly, then moved to her capture her lips.

Their tongues met, swirling, tasting, exploring, their dance growing more urgent, more intense with each passing moment.

His hands moved to the laces of her belly band, his fingers working at the knots with a ease. He untied the last knot.

As the final knot slipped free, the thin silk fell away, leaving her completely bare to his gaze, to his touch.

He held her close, his hands caressing her back, feeling the smooth expanse of her skin, the delicate curve of her spine, the gentle swell of her hips.

She pressed herself against him, her breasts crushed against his chest, the sensation both exhilarating and grounding.

After some time, he stepped back, a slight, almost imperceptible distance, allowing his gaze to roam freely over her, to fully appreciate the beauty of her form.

Her nipples, the color of ripe berries, stood erect, a testament to her arousal. He raised his hands, cupping the weight of her breasts, his thumbs brushing against the sensitive peaks.

A soft gasp escaped her lips, her body swaying towards him, drawn in by the warmth of his touch.

Her breath hitched as his fingers traced the delicate areolas, then gently pinched and rolled her nipples, eliciting a low moan from deep within her throat.

"Aah… ahh, " she whimpered, her head falling back, her eyes fluttering closed, surrendering to the exquisite sensations.

His lips trailed down hot kisses along the elegant column of her throat, neck, and collarbone until he reached the top of one breast.

He took the hardened nipples in his mouth and sucked gently. Her whole body shook in response, and she let out a loud gasp. Encouraged by her reaction, he repeated the same with the other breast.

Her hands grabbed his head and held it tightly. Her breath was becoming faster with each passing moment.

He sucked greedily, intoxicated by her unique flavor, relishing how her fingers threaded into his hair to hold him close.

His hands trailed along the curves of her body, eventually reaching the silky fabric that still clung to her hips, the last barrier between them.

He untied the silken sash of her skirt, and with a gentle tug, the fabric slithered down her legs.

She stood before him, clad only in a pair of thin silk shorts, the dampness near her entrance clearly visible through the sheer fabric.

He reached for the last barrier, his fingers brushing against her skin, sending a fresh wave of heat through her.

She caught her breath, her hips instinctively lifting, offering him easier access.

Gently, he slipped the fabric aside, revealing her most intimate self, wet and ready for him.

Her breasts were rising and falling with her ragged breathing. Her pink nipples were taut and wet with his saliva. She closed her legs tightly to hide her entrance.

"Beautiful," he said in awe.

He moved his palms on her slender and long legs. His hands moved slowly from her ankles to her thighs. He slowly pushed her thighs and separated them.

Su Kang kissed her jade legs, the skin seeming to shimmer under his touch. He traced the curve of her thigh, his fingers finding their way to her wet entrance.

"Ah..." She moaned at his touch.

Su Kang pushed one finger inside her. He parted her folds, revealing pink flesh beneath. Her insides were already wet.

He moved his fingers in and out of her slowly. He can feel her insides getting more watery.

He used his other hand to rub her sensitive pearl. Bai Yunxi gasped as his fingers circled and teased her sensitive nub.

She trembled with pleasure, her moans were growing louder and more insistent.

"Aahh... Angh... Hah."

Su Kang felt her body tightening, and her back arched like a bow. Her orgasm hit her like a wave, causing her body to tremble and convulse.

"Aaahhhhh....Angh..."

She moaned loudly, her hands clutching the silk cushions beneath her. Then she slumped back, boneless and sated.

He stood and slowly untied his trousers, his eyes never leaving her.

Her eyes were half open, and she saw his muscular body and his erection, thick and proud.

Bai Yunxi's eyes widened at the sight of his impressive length, her cheeks flushing with a mixture of excitement and trepidation.

He joined her on the bed, his body a warm, solid presence beside hers.

He propped himself up on one elbow, his gaze sweeping over her, taking in the flush of her skin, the damp tendrils of hair clinging to her forehead, the soft swell of her breasts still rising and falling with her rapid breaths.

"Yun'er," he murmured, his voice husky with desire, "you are so beautiful."

She blushed under his praise, a wave of heat washing over her.

"Husband," she whispered, the word a soft caress, a claim, a new reality.

He leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a deep, lingering kiss. His tongue swept into her mouth, tasting her sweetness, reigniting the embers of their passion.

She responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer, her body arching against his.

He broke the kiss, his breath ragged, his gaze searching hers. He trailed kisses down her neck, his lips lingering on the pulse that fluttered wildly beneath her skin.

He kissed her shoulders, the gentle slope of her breasts, his tongue swirling around her nipples, drawing forth soft moans from her lips.

He moved lower, his mouth tracing a path down her belly, his tongue dipping into her navel, tasting the sweetness of her skin.

"Husband," she murmured, her voice barely audible, "I'm ready."

He positioned himself between her legs, the tip of his manhood pressing against her wet entrance.

He separated her thighs, his gaze fixed on that most intimate part of her, the soft folds, the delicate petals, now swollen and glistening with desire.

He entered her slowly, carefully, his gaze never leaving hers. He felt her tightness, her heat, the slight resistance as he pushed past her innocence, a barrier that had stood for far too long.

She gasped, her eyes widening, her body adjusting to his size, to the fullness of him within her.

Then, a sharp, fleeting pain pierced through her, a reminder of her long years of solitude. Her fingers tightened around his arms, her nails digging into his skin.

He paused, his gaze searching hers

concern etched on his face.

"Xi'er?" he whispered, his voice thick with a mixture of desire and worry.

She met his gaze, a silent reassurance in her eyes, urging him on.

With a deep breath, he pushed past the barrier, a low groan escaping his lips as he finally sank into her completely, burying himself to the hilt in her welcoming warmth.

She closed her eyes, her breathing ragged, a soft moan escaping her lips. Su Kang brought his face close to hers, his lips brushing against her cheek.

"You are not just a widow, a mother, burdened by the past," he whispered, his breath warm against her ear.

"Xi'er, you are my wife now. Open your eyes to witness our union." His voice was filled with a raw, possessive desire for her.

As she heard his sweet words, she opened her eyes with tears in them.