What to Do After Being Transported into a Mature-Themed Novel and Caught in a Storm of Passion - Chapter 128

Under the open sky, their clothes lay scattered across the grass like fallen petals, abandoned in the heat of their embrace. Their naked bodies entwined, skin glowing under the fading sunset as Pu Feide traced a path of kisses down Xue Zhixiao’s trembling form. He had admired her beauty before—glimpsed in water, half-hidden—but now she lay before him fully unveiled, her jade-like body bathed in golden light, every curve and dip illuminated in a way that seared itself into his memory.

Her chest rose and fell with each quickened breath, the full mounds trembling as the rosy peaks hardened under his gaze, dark as ripe cherries against her flushed skin. Pu Feide’s usual composure fractured, desire sharpening his features as he bent to take one taut bud into his mouth, laving it with slow, deliberate strokes while his fingers teased its twin. Xue Zhixiao arched beneath him, her moans dissolving into gasps as pleasure coiled tighter in her belly, her hips shifting restlessly. The ache between her thighs grew unbearable, her slit slick with need, and when his fingers finally dipped between her folds, she whimpered at the intrusion—the teasing pressure of his touch only stoking the fire higher.

“Oh… oh…”

Her body moved of its own accord, hips lifting to chase his fingers as they slid deeper, her wet heat clenching around them greedily. Yet the shallow thrusts left her hollow, aching for more, and she spread her legs wider in silent plea. Pu Feide relented, releasing her swollen peak to meet her glassy-eyed stare. Her arms clung to him, her chest pressing against his as if unwilling to lose even an inch of contact. Confusion flickered across her face when he stilled, but his next words sent a shiver down her spine.

“Last time, I used my hand. This time, I’ll make sure you remember me differently.”

Before she could protest, he withdrew his fingers and settled between her thighs, spreading her wide under the dying light. Her pink center glistened, petals parted and slick with arousal, the swollen flesh pulsing under his scrutiny. Leaning closer, he inhaled her scent—sweet, intoxicating—before his tongue finally tasted her. The first lick drew a broken cry from Xue Zhixiao, her back bowing off the grass as he lapped at her honey, savoring the tang on his tongue.

“Feide… it’s too good…”

Encouraged, he pressed deeper, his mouth sealing over her slit as his tongue sought the sensitive bud hidden within. Each flick, each circling stroke drew sharper whimpers from her lips, her thighs trembling around his shoulders. When he sucked gently, her hips jerked, her fingers tangling in his hair as pleasure crested, wave after wave crashing through her until she fell apart beneath him, gasping his name like a prayer.