Xiuying’s gaze roamed over Zhuang’s body, lingering on the soft curves and the alluring confidence that radiated from her even in her vulnerability. The sight of her bare skin, flushed and exposed, stirred something primal within her. Her round mounds seemed to call Xiuying’s name, and a quiet, shuddering sigh escaped her lips as her hand moved almost instinctively, sliding along the curve of Zhuang’s waist, savouring the softness under her fingertips.
She paused, her hand resting just above Zhuang’s hip as her eyes met hers. A smile curved on Xiuying’s lips, warm yet tinged with the intensity of desire. “I’ve never expressed how much I wanted you,” she admitted, her voice low. “Our relationship has just been… a mess. But that doesn’t change the way you captivate me.”
She leaned closer, her fingers tracing light patterns along Zhuang’s skin, igniting sparks wherever she touched. Her mouth watered, her control slipping as she allowed herself to indulge in the dark and defiant beauty before her. “You’re breathtaking, Ye Zhuang,” she murmured, her tone thick with longing. “The way you challenge me, defy me—it only makes me want you more.”
She tilted her head, her lips hovering just above Zhuang’s shoulder as her breath tickled her skin. “Do you feel it too?” She whispered, her fingers tightening slightly against Zhuang’s waist.
Xiuying’s grip on Zhuang’s waist was firm yet gentle as she guided her to sit back down on the bed. Zhuang’s hands trembled slightly, her nerves apparent, but the trust in her eyes never wavered. As Xiuying climbed over her, mindful not to press against her injuries, her focus never left Zhuang’s face.
Positioned just below Zhuang’s hips, Xiuying’s breath hitched as her gaze lingered. The sight before her ignited a hunger that was both physical and emotional, her restraint wavering as her instincts urged her closer. Yet, she paused, her dark eyes locking with Zhuang’s tear-filled ones.
“I wish I could have all of you,” she murmured, her voice raw with longing and restraint. “But you’re still healing. This…” she gestured softly to their closeness, her tone thick with promise, “this will do for now.” She cupped Zhuang’s face, her thumb gently brushing away a stray tear.
“But, Zhuang,” Xiuying continued, her voice taking on a serious note, “you must know what this means. You’ll be my wife soon. It’s not too late to walk away. Just tell me no, and I’ll let you go.”
Tears flowed freely down Zhuang’s cheeks as she shook her head, her emotions overwhelming her. Her voice trembled, but her resolve was clear. “I love you, Xiuying,” she whispered.
Xiuying’s expression softened, her hand moving to cradle Zhuang’s cheek as her lips curved into a gentle, adoring smile. “Then you’ll be mine, Zhuang. And I’ll take care of you, always.”
With that, Xiuying leaned down, capturing Zhuang’s lips in a kiss filled with a tenderness.
Xiuying’s kisses trailed from Zhuang’s trembling lips down the delicate curve of her neck, her lips lingering just long enough to leave faint, possessive marks in their wake. Each kiss deepened, fueled by the heat rising between them. Her hand slid across Zhuang’s side, steady and sure, while her lips continued their descent, tasting the soft skin along her collarbone.
Zhuang gasped, her hands instinctively clutching the sheets beneath her as Xiuying’s mouth reached the swell of her chest. Xiuying cupped Zhuang’s breasts, her thumbs brushing teasingly over their peaks. Her dark gaze flicked upward, locking with Zhuang’s as she leaned forward, taking one soft mound into her mouth.
The first touch of Xiuying’s tongue against her sensitive skin made her cry out softly, her back arching as heat coursed through her. Xiuying groaned at the response, her hand squeezing the other breast as she alternated between gentle bites and soothing licks. Her lips curled into a smile against Zhuang’s skin as she suckled harder, her tongue flicking in ways that made Zhuang writhe beneath her.
Zhuang’s fingers found their way to Xiuying’s hair, tangling in the silky strands as she pulled her closer, unable to contain her soft moans. Xiuying shifted her attention to the other breast, lavishing it with equal devotion. Her hands pressed firmly against Zhuang’s sides, keeping her steady as her lips left heated trails across her skin.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” she murmured against her skin, her voice low and filled with raw hunger. “I could devour you all night.”
Zhuang’s breath hitched, her chest heaving as Xiuying’s hands slid lower, teasing along the curve of her waist while her mouth continued its relentless worship. Each touch, each kiss, sent a tidal wave of sensation crashing over Zhuang, leaving her powerless against the intensity of Xiuying’s affection.
Xiuying’s breath hitched as her gaze lingered on Zhuang’s glistening core, the sight making her mouth water with anticipation. She gently spread Zhuang’s thighs further apart, her hands firm yet tender as she stroked the soft skin, careful not to press too hard where her injuries might still linger.
“You’re exquisite,” she whispered, her voice husky as her eyes met Zhuang’s. The intensity of her gaze sent shivers down Zhuang’s spine, and her cheeks flushed with heat.
Xiuying leaned down, pressing a trail of heated kisses along Zhuang’s inner thighs, her lips soft yet insistent. Each kiss was slow, deliberate, as if she wanted to savour every inch of her wife. Zhuang’s breath grew uneven, her body trembling in anticipation.
When Xiuying’s lips finally reached her centre, she paused, her warm breath fanning against the sensitive skin. Zhuang whimpered, her hips instinctively tilting upward, seeking the touch she so desperately craved.
“Patience, my love,” Xiuying murmured, a teasing smile on her lips before she pressed a soft, lingering kiss against Zhuang’s core.
Zhuang gasped, her hands clutching the sheets as Xiuying’s tongue flicked out, tasting her. A deep groan rumbled from Xiuying’s chest as she savored the sweetness of her wife, her hands sliding up Zhuang’s thighs to hold her steady. She moved with precision, her tongue stroking slowly at first, drawing out soft moans from Zhuang, then quickening her pace when she felt Zhuang’s body responding, arching toward her touch.
“Xiuying…” Zhuang moaned, her fingers twisting in the sheets as her body melted under the attention.
Xiuying’s name on her lips only fueled her hunger. She wrapped her arms around Zhuang’s thighs, pulling her closer as she devoured her. Her tongue traced every sensitive spot with practiced ease, sending waves of pleasure rippling through Zhuang’s trembling body.
When Zhuang’s cries grew louder, her breathing ragged, Xiuying grinned against her, her movements intensifying. She was determined to bring Zhuang to the peak of ecstasy, to show her just how cherished she was, not just as a lover but as someone she deeply desired and cared for.
Xiuying didn’t let up, her movements fluid and relentless as her tongue worked with precision, alternating between slow, teasing strokes and intense, purposeful motions. Zhuang’s body writhed beneath her, overwhelmed by the relentless pleasure. Her cries grew louder, her breaths coming in short, uneven gasps as she gripped the sheets tightly, her knuckles turning white.
“Xiuying… I… I can’t…” she whimpered, her voice trembling as her body approached the edge.
“You can,” Xiuying murmured against her, her voice soft yet commanding. Her lips closed around the most sensitive part of Zhuang’s core, her tongue flicking with focus. The combination of her touch and the sheer intensity of her gaze on Zhuang’s flushed face sent her over the edge.
Zhuang’s entire body tensed, her back arching off the bed as a wave of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her breathless. She cried out Xiuying’s name, her voice breaking with emotion as she was consumed by the sensation, her hands instinctively reaching out to grip Xiuying’s shoulders.
Xiuying held her firmly, grounding her as she continued her ministrations, drawing out every last ripple of pleasure. Even as she trembled in the aftermath, Xiuying didn’t stop, pressing soft, soothing kisses to her core, then her inner thighs, allowing her to come down gently from the high.
When Zhuang’s breathing finally slowed and her body relaxed, Xiuying moved up to meet her gaze, brushing a few damp strands of hair from her flushed face. Her eyes were filled with warmth and satisfaction as she leaned down to press a tender kiss on Zhuang’s lips.
“You’re incredible, Zhuang,” she whispered, her voice low and affectionate. “I’ve waited so long to show you how much you mean to me.”
Zhuang’s cheeks flushed deeper, tears of joy forming in her eyes as she wrapped her arms around Xiuying’s neck, pulling her close. “I love you,” she murmured, her voice filled with emotion. “Thank you for not giving up on me.”
Xiuying smiled softly, brushing a gentle kiss against her forehead. “I never will,” she vowed.
