[To Become a River of Stars] Dong Xiange - Chapter 79
Like a falling star.
It crashed between their entangled bodies, obliterating all shame, propriety, and restraint, reducing consciousness to its most blank state, leaving them adrift on the waves of desire, unable to control or conceal anything.
The damp heat emanating from their intertwined bodies haphazardly clung to every inch of their skin.
Eyes were useless now; only the sense of smell remained. The evaporated scent of sweat, mixed with an ambiguous heat, seeped into their dazed minds, sapping the strength from their very spines.
Li Xuanci lay fully upon Shiliu, skin pressed against skin, his weight a heavy, grounding presence. Their body heat and the thin film of perspiration mingled, leaving them languid and unresponsive.
He buried his face in the hollow of her shoulder, making no attempt to restrain himself, allowing his scorching breath to collide directly and selfishly within that small space, washing over her still-pinkened skin and eliciting a faint tremble.
His hand still imprisoned her waist, pinned beneath him, his fingers sinking into the flesh of her butt*cks, palm filled with softness, the base of his hand faintly pressed by her spine, a sensation that made his palm itch.
With just a slight increase of pressure, a stroke from her waist, Shiliu instinctively clenched around him.
So wet.
Her tender passage was stretched to the limit, filled with his member, which had not yet fully softened, and flooded with his release. The combination stretched her to an aching, pliant extreme.
The slightest movement from him threatened to plunge her back into the devastating aftermath. Shiliu, eyes blind, let out a hoarse cry, her voice ragged with desire.
Her brows furrowed, her eyes pools of glistening moisture, mixed with the weakness and drowsiness post-climax, stirring with fine ripples.
A thin, hot sweat coated their skin, as if lying on a sun-drenched beach, covered in gritty sand that couldn’t be shaken off or dispersed, stirring up an unbearable restlessness and agitation deep in their bones.
Tormented beyond endurance, Shiliu had the fierce impulse to kick the man atop her. But as soon as she lifted her leg, it tugged at the sore, soft flesh, making her passage greedily suckle the member still lodged within. The friction of her inner walls against the head stirred the pooled fluids.
She gritted her teeth with a muffled groan, and the leg meant for kicking immediately lost its strength, falling uselessly against the small of his back. The flesh of her thigh pressed over his buttocks, inadvertently pushing the offending root even deeper inside her.
Li Xuanci’s breathing hitched, then he let out a low chuckle, his hoarse voice scraping against her eardrums like a soft blade, making her ears burn.
Shiliu’s already pink cheeks flushed with more red, like a half-ripe peach. Her mind impulsively opted for a preemptive strike, cursing him.
“Shameless! Big bad guy!”
If her voice hadn’t carried the unmistakable allure left by passion, if her passage hadn’t unconsciously tightened around him as she spoke, the words might have held some conviction.
The clenching sensation was agonizing for Li Xuanci. He thrust his hips, driving into her again. The ridge of his head scraped against her slick, heated flesh, pushing the pooled release deeper, piercing to her very core, wantonly battering the already mushy-soft inner walls.
“Wet like this, and it didn’t make you feel good?”
The wickedness in his eyes was moments from breaking free.
Shiliu stared blankly into his dark eyes, blinked, and actually began to consider the question.
It had felt good. It hurt a bit at first, but later, her brain felt like it was turning to paste, the numbness seeping into the marrow of her bones. Even now, Shiliu didn’t want to move a finger, nearly melted into a puddle.
She didn’t feel much shame.
Since she could remember, Shiliu had disguised herself as a boy, her thoughts consumed with how to deceive the world and not bring shame to her sect. She had been happy on the mountain, never considering leaving the monastic life, never thinking of marriage or children, let alone such intimate closeness, the mingling of breath and saliva with another.
She was naive, simple and unadorned, and thus had received little of the indoctrination meant for secluded young ladies. Pleasure was pleasure, just like eating when hungry—nothing to hide.
She didn’t understand these matters well, but her body’s reactions were real. To Shiliu, this wasn’t much different from being bitten by a dog, except that dog bites hurt and didn’t feel this good.
What made her ears burn more was finally letting slip and calling him ‘gege’ in the end.
Damn gege, gege my ass.
She pressed her lips together, then honestly admitted, “It felt good.”
Then she quickly added, “But it felt good for you too, right? I don’t owe you anything.”
For the first time since their lovemaking began, Li Xuanci detached himself from the thick haze of desire, a strange emotion surfacing—both absurdly laughable and yet utterly unsurprised.
Truly a bizarre, hard-headed piece of brass.
After being devoured clean by him, she was actually worried about him collecting a debt?
The ways of her foolishness were indeed endless.
Li Xuanci’s lips curved, the amusement in his eyes deepening. Good. This way, she wouldn’t become boring too quickly. An interesting prey was worth playing with a little longer.
“What, afraid I’ll want to do this to you again later?” His tongue caught her soft, small earlobe, biting down with a hint of latent ferocity.
Shiliu just found it ticklish, squirming away like a caterpillar. Somewhat puzzled, she said, “No.”
Her eyes darted around for a moment, she pursed her lips, then finally looked at him openly with her dark, grape-like eyes.
“I’ll just find you when I have time.”
It was quite comfortable, so why not do it again? She was tired now. Once she’d rested, it would be her turn to bite until he cried out.
Her heart swelled with grand ambition, but her body ached terribly. She simply relaxed her strength, his member still nestled inside her, hooked her arms around his neck contentedly, and prepared to close her eyes for a nap.
Shiliu was utterly exhausted.
Leaving Li Xuanci, looking down at the fool who had closed her eyes beneath him, silent for a moment, before burying his face in her shoulder and laughing quietly.
Truly the number one biggest fool in the world, and exactly to his taste!