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29. First Night (1)
🕑 Added 2025-04-12 10:37:48 +0000 UTCShe was mentally prepared, grateful for his love and respect. Though their marriage would remain a secret, in this village and this house, she was his bride—his wedded wife.
Upon hearing her words, Su Kang’s eyes burned with passion. He leaned in, his hands cradling her face gently. Her gaze, filled with nervousness, unreadable emotions, and clear acceptance, met his.
Closing her eyes, she parted her lips and leaned forward, their lips meeting in a soft kiss at first, then deepening as their emotions spilled over.
The taste of wedding wine lingered on her lips, mingling with the subtle fragrance of jasmine in her hair. His tongue brushed against hers, a slow dance of intimacy and desire.
In response, she opened her mouth, inviting him deeper, her tongue meeting his in a delicate, tender exploration.
Bai Yunxi’s hands moved from his chest to his neck, her fingers tangling in his short hair as her body pressed against his. The scent of her skin filled his senses, intoxicating him with its warmth.
His breath came hot and fast against her skin, sending a shiver down her spine.
His hands slid down her body, tracing the curves and valleys beneath the soft fabric of her robe. He felt her body respond, warming under his touch, the slight tremor in her form as he caressed her.
He moved his lips from hers, trailing soft kisses down her jawline, along the delicate curve of her neck, to the hollow of her throat.
His hands moved to the collar of her exquisite crimson wedding robe, his fingers deftly undoing the intricate fastenings. The heavy silk slid off her shoulders, revealing blue inner robe.
He untied the sash of her inner robe, the fabric parting to reveal the creamy expanse of her skin. He peeled away the garment, his gaze feasting on the beauty of her form.
She stood before him, a vision of beauty bathed in the soft glow of candlelight. The red silk belly band, her last remaining garment, clung to her curves, its laces trailing down her back like an unspoken invitation.
Her face was flushed, her lips still damp and slightly swollen from their earlier kiss.
Her eyes, usually calm and serene, now shimmered with a mixture of desire and a hint of shyness, as if she were both offering herself and holding back.
Her hands lifted, her gaze meeting his, a silent question lingering in their depths.
Then, with a boldness that sent a thrill through him, she reached for him, her fingers brushing the edges of his wedding robe. Slowly, deliberately, she began to undress him, her touch tentative yet 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 every bit the warrior—honed and hardened by years of training and battle.
His broad shoulders tapered to a lean waist, his chest a map of sculpted muscle, his stomach firm and marked with the faint lines of well-defined abs.
She hesitated for a moment, 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 his muscles beneath her fingertips.
He pulled her into a close embrace, his arms wrapping around her, holding her tightly. He kissed her forehead tenderly, then moved to 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 practiced ease.
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 a moment, he stepped back, just slightly, 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 toward 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 as she surrendered to the exquisite sensations.
His lips trailed hot kisses along the elegant column of her throat, her neck, and her collarbone until he reached the peak of one breast.
He took the hardened nipple into his mouth and sucked gently.
Her whole body trembled in response, and she let out a loud gasp. Encouraged by her reaction, he repeated the same with the other breast.
Her hands gripped his head, holding him tightly, her breath quickening with each passing moment.
He sucked greedily, intoxicated by her unique flavor, relishing how her fingers threaded into his hair to keep him close.
His hands trailed along the curves of her body, eventually reaching the silken fabric that still clung to her hips, the last barrier between them.
He untied the sash of her skirt, and with a gentle tug, the fabric slid 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 rose and fell with her ragged breathing, her nipples taut and glistening with his saliva.
She closed her legs tightly, a reflexive attempt to hide her entrance, but he gently coaxed them apart.
"Beautiful," he murmured, his voice filled with awe.
His hands moved to her slender legs, his palms gliding slowly from her ankles to her thighs. He kissed her jade-like skin, the surface seeming to shimmer under his touch.
His fingers traced the curve of her thigh, finding their way to her wet entrance.
"Ah…" she moaned at his touch.
He pushed one finger inside her, parting her folds to reveal the pink flesh beneath. Her insides were already slick with desire.
He moved his fingers in and out slowly, feeling her grow wetter with each motion. With his other hand, he rubbed her sensitive pearl, circling and teasing the delicate nub.
Bai Yunxi gasped, her body trembling with pleasure. Her moans grew louder, more insistent, as he continued his ministrations.
"Aahh… Angh… Hah," she cried out, her back arching like a bow as her orgasm washed over her.
Her body convulsed, her hands clutching the silk cushions beneath her. When the waves subsided, she slumped back, boneless and sated.
He stood and slowly untied his trousers, his eyes never leaving her. Her half-lidded gaze fell upon his muscular frame and his erection, thick and proud.
Her eyes widened at the sight, her cheeks flushing with a mix of excitement and trepidation.
He joined her on the bed, his body a warm, solid presence beside hers.
Propping himself up on one elbow, he gazed down at 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."
As she heard his sweet words, she opened her eyes, tears glistening in them.
