What to Do After Being Transported into a Mature-Themed Novel and Caught in a Storm of Passion - Chapter 38
Feng Jiye pulled off his tank top and wrapped an arm around Xue Zhixiao’s slender waist, pressing their young, bare, burning bodies together until their lips fused in a searing kiss.
He couldn’t get enough of her. She was like a blooming peony—luscious and fragrant—and he was the greedy bee, tirelessly drinking her nectar.
To die under a peony, even as a ghost, would be a life well-lived.
His hands moved to her front, cupping the full mounds that overflowed his grasp. Silky and firm, they yielded under his touch, soft flesh spilling between his fingers until he realized he’d marked the snowy curves with reddened fingerprints.
As their kiss ended, Xue Zhixiao shuddered—weak-kneed and breathless, held up only by his arms.
Feng Jiye released her swollen, glistening lips and gently laid her on the thick blanket over the vehicle’s roof. Looking down, he saw the peaks of her mounds standing taut and flushed from his earlier attention. His own hardness throbbed beneath her, demanding relief.
This was their first real union—under the vast, untamed wilderness. He wanted it to be complete, romantic, unforgettable.
Starting at her delicate collarbone, his wet kisses trailed down to her heaving chest. He took one pink peak into his mouth, teasing it with flicks of his tongue while his fingers kneaded its twin. Xue Zhixiao arched into him, her cries growing louder as he lavished equal attention on both sensitive buds.
Lost in sensation, she tangled her hands in his hair, pressing him deeper against her. Meanwhile, her lower entrance clenched eagerly, slickness gathering as neglected need made her thighs rub together for relief.
Compared to Yan Yi’s rough handling, Feng Jiye was the better lover—attentive, almost worshipping. No wonder she’d been thrilled to change locations.
Two days with Yan Yi had been enough to terrify anyone. Even after his abrupt attitude shift post-intimacy, his cruel streak lurked like a ticking bomb. One wrong move and—boom.
But Feng Jiye had not only stolen her from Yan Yi’s side; he clearly had a plan to compete. A battle between two alphas? Who knew who’d win?
Tch. She wasn’t some helpless deer to be torn apart! If anything, she’d be the one dying of pleasure—just like now, surrendering to Feng Jiye’s masterful touch.
His clever tongue had mapped every curve of her upper body. Now, it descended toward her most vulnerable spot—