Returning - Chapter 93
Chapter 93: As She Wished
Zhao Yu clung tightly to Xue Zhan's waist, refusing to let go, her tears continuing to pour forth, soon soaking a large patch of his shirt.
Xue Zhan raised his hand, slowly pushing her head away from his body, his palm pressing against her face as he leisurely wiped her tears with his thumb. "Do you know what the consequences of doing this will be?"
Zhao Yu tilted her head up, looking at him blankly, appearing for all the world like someone so delirious with fever she had no idea who he was.
Xue Zhan's gaze slowly moved from her face down to her chest.
Then his hand also trailed down from gently stroking her cheek, passing over her slender neck, brushing across her delicate collarbone, and resting on the edge of her collar.
"You have a fever. I didn't want to do this, but you came provoking me."
The moment the words fell, his large hand yanked hard. The collar was pulled open as wide as possible, and two full breasts were exposed to the air without any cover, trembling slightly.
But his gaze didn't land on her chest; instead, it fixed on her face again. "Remember who I am now?"
Zhao Yu's eyes were unfocused. She pressed her face against his body again, wrapping her arms around him and continuing to sob.
Xue Zhan's pupils contracted, the color in his eyes deepening. Gripping her shoulders, he shoved her down onto the bed, his tall frame following as he knelt straddling either side of her. Without any courtesy, he kneaded her two breasts.
His force was considerable, completely devoid of gentleness. Zhao Yu groaned in pain, looking at him in confusion. "What are you doing?"
He made no sound, continuing to knead her breasts, even somewhat roughly pinching and pulling at her nipples.
"Ah…" The pain made large teardrops roll down Zhao Yu's face. Her hands tried to shield her chest as she curled up on the bed, staring at him for a long while before her trembling voice came out. "Xue… Director Xue?"
"Finally recognized me?" Xue Zhan's lips curved upward. The force in his hand increased, squeezing her breast flesh until it continuously overflowed between his fingers.
Zhao Yu's expression first filled with terror, then she struggled desperately, trying to get up from the bed. "Director Xue, please don't…"
He was still kneeling astride her. She could only prop her hands on the bed to shift her body backward, but as soon as she bent her legs and moved a little, he grabbed her ankle and dragged her back, his entire tall frame pressing down on her.
"I gave you a chance to change your mind. Now, it's too late."
"No… don't…"
Before she could finish, her lips were sealed by his. Her hands, pounding hard against him in resistance, were firmly pinned above her head.
Zhao Yu could only continue twisting her body furiously in protest, her mouth entirely uncooperative, teeth clenched tight, refusing to let his tongue enter.
Xue Zhan secured her wrists with one hand while the other squeezed between their tightly pressed bodies, pressing and rubbing her nipple.
Zhao Yu's body trembled, a low gasp escaping her. He seized the opportunity to thrust his tongue inside, stirring wantonly in her mouth.
But very quickly, a thick, metallic taste of blood spread between their lips and tongues.
She had bitten him, hard and ruthlessly.
Yet he still didn't let go, continuing to suck and tease her tongue in his mouth while moving the hand covering her chest down to her thigh. He pushed aside her nightgown, squeezed into her inner thigh, and through her underwear, kneaded that soft flesh forcefully.
Zhao Yu's body trembled violently. She soon lost all strength to resist, left only able to whimper between his lips and tongue, trembling under his fingers.
Lustful fluids gushed out continuously, quickly soaking his palm through. He finally released Zhao Yu, who no longer struggled, and began unzipping his own trousers.
Tears streamed down Zhao Yu's face, but she only panted lightly, biting her lip as she watched him. Her eyes were still unfocused, revealing little discernible emotion.
Freeing his already erect and straining member, Xue Zhan reached over to the nightstand, grabbed a condom, tore it open, and put it on. He directly pushed aside her underwear and thrust inside.
Her flower cave, already teased to the edge of climax by his earlier caresses, was suddenly invaded by this enormous thing. Zhao Yu nearly came undone from the overstimulation, instinctively arching her back and clamping her legs, her inner walls contracting to bite down tightly on him. But simultaneously, she clamped her lip between her teeth, refusing to let out any moan.
The pleasure, exquisite to the bone, made Xue Zhan's chest heave, a few uncontrollable ragged breaths escaping him. After pausing briefly, he gripped her buttocks, thrusting his waist forward slowly and deeply.
His member was thick and long. Once fully embedded, it seemed to swell even larger, stretching her until Zhao Yu's entire lower abdomen quivered, numbness spreading through her tailbone.
Her fingers had twisted tightly into the bedsheets beneath her. Her body swayed continuously under his rapid thrusts, moving to his rhythm.
Yet she still made no sound.
Xue Zhan saw that her lip was bitten to the point of bleeding.
A darkness flickered in his eyes. He suddenly reached out and pinched her cheeks. "Is there still any need to put on an act?"
Zhao Yu stared straight at him, her eyes vacant, revealing no emotion whatsoever.
Xue Zhan slowly inserted the index finger that had just been exploring between her legs into her mouth, releasing his grip on her cheeks. The implication was clear: if she wanted to bite, bite him.
Zhao Yu closed her mouth. Her teeth slowly tightened on his knuckle, sinking bit by bit into his skin.
He just watched her, not even frowning, allowing the sharp tips of her teeth to pierce deeper and deeper.
In the end, it was she who voluntarily loosened her bite, turning her head away and letting his finger withdraw from her mouth.
Looking at the teeth marks on it, faint threads of blood seeping through, Xue Zhan smiled. He gripped her buttocks again, thrust his waist forward, and pounded fiercely inside that drenched, flooded cave.
Zhao Yu had long been unable to bear it. Just a few powerful thrusts from him, and she shuddered, climaxing, spasming and panting beneath him.
Xue Zhan gave her no chance to recover. Still connected at their lower bodies, he pulled her up from the bed, sitting on the edge and continuing to thrust with her on top.
Zhao Yu had no strength left. Her entire upper body simply couldn't hold itself up. She could only brace herself on his shoulders, leaning softly against him, letting him ride her as he pleased.
The wound on her tongue was still bleeding, her mouth full of the metallic taste of blood. But seeing the bloodstain on her lip, Xue Zhan suddenly cupped her face and kissed her fiercely, sucking hard at the blood flowing from her wound, and also passing the blood-tinged fluid from his own mouth into hers, forcing her to swallow.
A bloody kiss, fiery lips—it seemed like a uniquely potent aphrodisiac, making the flames of desire burn hotter and hotter in both their bodies, waves of pleasure rushing in one after another.
When Xue Zhan finally ejaculated, Zhao Yu was also completely spent, drifting hazily into sleep in his arms.
This time, it was genuine physical exhaustion, impossible to push through no matter how hard she tried.
But she also knew she didn't need to push through anymore. She could sleep peacefully.
Because the most difficult step had already been successfully taken.
No matter what Xue Zhan's state of mind was now, as long as he had touched her, as long as the thought in his mind—"You can't touch your nephew's woman"—was broken, it was her victory.
As for the future, who would win and who would lose, that was still uncertain.
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