What to Do After Being Transported into a Mature-Themed Novel and Caught in a Storm of Passion - Chapter 114

Xue Zhixiao shivered as Liu Xiuzhe’s hesitant and clumsy touches teased her skin, sending sparks of pleasure through her body. Her lower abdomen tightened repeatedly while her breathing grew uneven, each wave of arousal making it harder to resist the mounting need. When he inserted half a finger but hesitated to go deeper, she could no longer hold back—a soft, yearning moan escaped her lips.

The sound sent a surge of heat through Liu Xiuzhe, his rod throbbing in response. He glanced at Xue Zhixiao, her eyes glazed with desire, her body arching toward him in silent plea. Gritting his teeth, he pushed his entire middle finger inside, then unfastened the restraints on her legs to spread them wider, allowing deeper and faster thrusts.

Her hole grew slick under his touch, releasing clear, sticky nectar that coated his fingers. Pleasure clouded her vision, her red lips parting with each breathy moan as her white mounds swayed with every movement, their stiffened peaks trembling in the cool air.

Soon, Xue Zhixiao’s body burned with need, her hole clenching around nothing as an unbearable itch spread through her lower half, drawing endless whimpers from her throat. Sensing her desperation, Liu Xiuzhe withdrew his finger, stripped off his clothes, and climbed onto the bed, settling between her spread legs.

Her secret garden lay fully exposed before him—a glistening pink entrance, swollen with need, its delicate folds glazed with nectar. A tiny, glistening pearl peeked from the slit, tempting him closer as her sweet, floral scent filled his lungs. His muscles tensed, his breath ragged with restraint.

The sudden absence of his finger left Xue Zhixiao aching, her hole clenching around emptiness. Before she could voice her frustration, his strong, heated body pressed against hers, their skin searing where they touched. The contact sent tremors through them both, her nose filling with his masculine scent as his firm muscles pinned her beneath him, stoking her hunger even further.

No words were needed. Liu Xiuzhe aligned his thick, burning tip with her soaked entrance, the heat making her quiver as her passage squeezed in anticipation. A fresh rush of nectar spilled from her depths, coating his length as he tried to push inside—but despite her readiness, his size made entry difficult.

It was no surprise for a virgin like him. His tip was as large as an egg, and even with her slickness, her tight hole resisted. Xue Zhixiao bit back a whimper as his repeated attempts left her throbbing with unmet need, her body aching as if thousands of ants crawled beneath her skin. Yet she knew rushing would only make it harder.

“Don’t rush,” she breathed, her voice strained. “Take it slow.”