Night Song

Chapter 68

The first time I took the initiative to kiss him.

The touch is very comfortable, with a balance of softness and firmness.

No response.

She tried to recall his past actions, sticking out the tip of her tongue to lick it, and he flinched slightly. The powder from the corner of her mouth fell onto her lips, spreading a bitter taste. She frowned and gave up, but just as she pulled away a little, a strong arm tightly encircled her waist, and a passionate kiss was branded onto her.

He gave her no room to breathe, his actions almost brutal, driven by a frantic and urgent desire. She didn't back down or try to reciprocate; she was no longer as passive as before, but this only fueled an even more intense flame.

His hands lingered on her slender shoulders and back, desperately suppressing the urge to tear open her clothes. Barely controlling his reason, he turned a deep kiss into a light nibble, only to find his will so weak, on the verge of complete collapse.

Jia Ye's face flushed slightly, her dark eyes glistened with a gentle light, and her pale lips were kissed until they were luscious and tender, breathtakingly beautiful.

She was still alive, in his arms... The lingering fear slowly subsided. He wanted to continue his questioning, but his mind went blank. The alluring scent of her skin teased his already crumbling bottom.

She gazed at him for a long while with her moist eyes, then suddenly pushed him away.

Her thin outer garment fell away, followed by her inner garment and undergarments, layer upon layer like fallen petals, until finally revealing her petite body. Her long, jet-black hair cascaded over her shoulders, her snow-white body was soft and smooth, and her slender legs were curled up on the bed, radiating a soft, jade-like glow.

“You…” He suddenly felt his mouth go dry.

"You don't want it?" Knowing what those dark, burning eyes meant, she almost wanted to cover herself immediately under that gaze, but in the end she asked calmly, as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world.

"You know what you're talking about."

"Mmm." The burning gaze made her uneasy, but she forced herself to remain calm.

He remained silent for a long while, and the air grew hotter and hotter.

She bit her lip in a flustered manner and reached for her clothes. An arm encircled her from behind, its hot breath brushing against her neck, making her feel uneasy.

“…………Jia Ye…………” Her voice, brimming with desire, made her tremble. Her chest was already covered by a slender hand. He gently nibbled at her pink earlobe, as if sighing.

"Your body is too small...it will hurt a little..."

Before she could fully comprehend the meaning of those words, a kiss had already traveled down her slender neck to her shoulder, gradually approaching her bulging chest. His body was burning hot, pressed tightly against hers, his gaze lingering on her delicate curves, both unfamiliar and fierce. Clothes were slowly peeled away, his strong body entwined with her soft white skin, igniting a fiery passion inch by inch.

He kissed her beautiful collarbone, his fingertips lightly caressing her slender waist. A strange feeling, so different from the past, arose within her. She felt only panic and helplessness, her hands grabbing his hair, instinctively wanting to pull away.

He chuckled softly. "Don't be afraid, you've never been afraid of anything..."

"Ugh..."

She gasped suddenly as he gently bit her tender breasts, slowly and deliberately sucking on them. She involuntarily arched her back, her pale legs trying to kick away, but he skillfully held them down. His tall body pressed against hers, his strength against her softness, causing her to tremble uncontrollably.

"Let go..." She never thought she would beg for mercy, but that soft plea clearly came from her mouth. A strange fear washed over her, and she was suddenly afraid.

"It's too late..." He caressed her body with abandon, sweat beading on his back, his gaze both domineering and tender as he looked into her eyes. "I won't let you go."

As he thrust in, a sharp, burning pain felt like it was tearing his body apart. She bit her lip hard, her face, flushed with desire, instantly turning deathly pale, and he stiffened along with her. She was so small, so tight, so fragile, as if she would shatter at the slightest touch. He pressed her down and went in a few more inches, the person beneath him trembling with pain, stubbornly remaining silent. He hesitated for a moment before deciding to withdraw, but she shook her head, raising her slender legs to wrap around his waist. He could no longer control his body and plunged into the deepest, softest part of her.

It really hurt. She gritted her teeth and endured it, tilting her head back to inhale. A thin layer of sweat covered her delicate face, like fine porcelain. She had never imagined having physical intimacy with a man, this body… Looking at his handsome face covered in bruises, she longed to possess something, even if it was just…

He kissed her lips tenderly, easing her tension and soothing her furrowed brows caused by the pain. Unable to suppress the throbbing of desire, his hips began to move. She clung helplessly to his shoulders, indulging in this cruel yet tender torment. With the rhythmic rise and fall of his thrusts, he gradually lost patience, his attacks becoming intense and fierce, his plunder domineering. The wild rhythm drowned out the sound of the pouring rain; she convulsed as if suffocating, completely losing her soul in the intense entanglement.

When she woke up, she was disoriented. She heard a distant yet familiar sound, something being pounded by the rain. The rain had fallen all night, isolating her from the rest of the world; only the warm person beside her was truly there.

He gazed intently at her, his eyes unusually bright, as if he had transformed back into a spirited fifteen-year-old boy.

"What time is it?" The voice was unfamiliar, with a strange languor, and didn't quite sound like his own.

"It's dawn. You slept all night." He leaned down and kissed her forehead, his touch tender and slightly guilty. His soft chest reminded her of what had happened.

He took her fair arm and kissed it gently; the spot of blood had vanished without a trace. "I'm sorry, I hurt you."

She felt her face burning even hotter, bit her lip, and tried to sit up, but he pulled her into his arms. Their naked bodies touched, and she instinctively wanted to say something to break the awkward silence.

What was that sound?

He listened intently and smiled slightly.

"Rain pattering on banana leaves."

Even though the raindrops were falling incessantly, I felt an unusual tranquility and profound peace within. My tiny toes brushed against my long legs, and my whole body felt warm.

The two remained silent for a long time; the tranquility of this moment was precious, as unreal as a dream.

Her long hair tickled her skin, and when she pulled it aside, she found it was tangled with his hair, impossible to separate. He noticed too, released her, and fiddled with it for a long time, but still couldn't untangle it. When he finally put his hand down, she realized that even after he had straightened the messy hair, it had become knotted again, all connected together once more.

She stared blankly for a long time, unable to say anything.

"You...you have such skillful hands."

He leaned close to my neck and chuckled softly, his handsome eyes sparkling, his warm breath brushing against me like a spring breeze melting snow.

Author's Note: Responding to a friend's request, here's a little sweetness... Is this enough? Hehe.

I also apologize that due to business trips, many tasks have been delayed, and I will only be able to update once a day during this period. Please forgive me.

If any of you are not entirely satisfied with the H-scenes, well... *wipes sweat*, my skills are limited, so please bear with it...

Tender

They stayed inside all day.

The rain continued, and the dark sky gave the illusion that the night was endless.

The food was delivered to the door by Uncle Li, and he brought it in. She ate on the bed, dressed in her undergarments, barefoot and with her hair down, as if she had returned to her childhood.

He picked out her favorite dishes and fed her, like he was feeding a child, with a gentle, doting smile.

“You like Yangzhou cuisine,” he said, making a definitive statement.

She nodded. "It seems so."

"Could it be that you once lived in Yangzhou?"

She paused for a moment, then glanced away with her dark eyes. "I don't know."

What was your old place like?

“There was a big courtyard with long eaves. Every time it rained, my mother would hold me and sit under the eaves to listen to the rain and watch the flowers below being battered and bruised…” She smiled, a hint of mischief in her eyes. “Actually, it was me who made me do it. I can never sit still.”

Do you remember your name?

She remained silent for a long while, her smile vanishing completely. "There's no need. Whatever I was called before, I am Jia Ye now."

"Why don't you call me Shuying anymore?"

“Having left Tianshan, you are no longer the shadow of the past,” she said casually.

"Then why won't you call me by my name?" he pressed.

After a longer silence, she smiled slightly and replied indifferently, "I don't know Xie Yunshu."

"You don't recognize him?" His eyes brightened, and he suddenly leaned closer in a suggestive manner. "Who was the person who hugged you last night?"

Unexpectedly, the topic suddenly shifted to this point, and Jia Ye was stunned, her face suddenly burning.

He wouldn't let it go, whispering in your ear with even more mockery. "Who kissed you and left marks on you?" His flirtatious fingertips pulled open your collar, revealing skin dotted with light red spots.

"Whom did you beg for mercy from? And with these legs..." Restless hands slipped inside your clothes, tracing the sensitive skin. "Whom did you ensnare?"

Jia Ye blushed deeply and curled up in a ball, trying to get away from him, but he grabbed her.

Tell me, who is it?

His eyes, looking down at her, shone like stars, and his handsome face wore a wicked smile. She was both ashamed and annoyed, but unable to retaliate, she turned her face away and refused to look at him.

“Gaye…”

"It's you, it's you." Unable to resist the persistent and teasing questioning, she replied curtly, her ears turning red.

He laughed again, thoroughly enjoying seeing her blushing expression.

"How did you feel last night?"

The extremely private question made her want to cover her ears, but he forcefully pulled her back down. "I want to know, just say one word," he coaxed softly, like a pool of spring water that could drown a person.

She stubbornly refused to speak. He blinked, and his fingertips landed on her waist. The overwhelming ticklish sensation made her twist and laugh until she was almost breathless. She had no strength left and couldn't break free, so she had to beg for mercy.

He rested his head on his lap and thought for a long time, his black hair spreading out all over his body.

"It hurts a lot, but it's bearable."

"Just pain?" He played with his loose hair, lingering on its silky smooth texture, and didn't really like the word "endure."

She glanced at him sideways.

"Um."

“Like this…” He smiled slightly, turned her onto her stomach, and massaged her back with a light touch. Her slightly sore muscles relaxed, and the comfortable feeling was extremely pleasant.

The rain pattered softly, the lamplight flickered, and an unprecedented sense of tranquility washed over her. She felt every bone in her body soften, and she didn't want to move a single finger, like a lazy cat. Her clothes were pulled down from her shoulders, and she didn't resist. Warm hands touched her skin, the squeezing sensation even more direct, and she enjoyed this intimate service.

His fingertips gradually moved downwards, quietly reaching the prone chest, deliberately teasing the tender rosy nipples. Just as he realized it, a lingering kiss melted away his resistance. His lips roamed over the soft body, leaving behind unique marks. His slender fingers plucked at the delicate nerves, skillfully teasing them.

The rising tide of desire made his limbs weak, and he could no longer resist. His clothes quickly disappeared from his body, replaced by the burning heat of skin against skin. The rubbing and caressing of their limbs extinguished his restraint; he could no longer hold back. He gripped her slender waist and penetrated her body inch by inch, slowly caressing her, arousing his surging desire. She bound him tightly, wet and glistening, her delicate face flushed with passion, her pearly teeth biting down on any escaping moans. The initial pain had vanished; her naked body was covered in glistening beads of sweat, and she breathed heavily with mysterious pleasure.

Sensing that she had become accustomed to his presence, he began to indulge in his rhythm, thrusting wildly and relentlessly, his instincts driving him to conquer the soft, dazed woman beneath him. The primal power was so strong that she trembled and moaned softly, helplessly responding, enduring wave after wave of frenzied pleasure, convulsing and losing control under the indescribable stimulation.

When desire recedes like the tide on the beach, all that remains is the entwining of bodies, filled with deep affection.

His misty eyes held a dazed look after intense pleasure, his long hair clung to her sweat-dampened body, and he held her tightly, refusing to let go. She was completely exhausted, leaning limply against his chest, letting him gently caress her.

"Does it still hurt?" he asked softly with a smile, contentedly feeling the warmth in his arms, the icy person melting into soft, tender water.

She shook her head, her beautiful body still flushed with passion.

"I don't want you to be in pain, but this will make up for it." He whispered in her ear, stroking her smooth, fragrant skin. He chuckled as he spoke, a playful chuckle in his voice. "I like this way of making up for it."

His response was a heavy pinch on his side.

The man winced in pain, pressed her down, and relentlessly punished her with his lips and tongue, eliciting soft, panting laughter.

Amidst laughter and playful banter, the rain outside the window gradually stopped, the dark clouds dispersed, and the golden sun once again enveloped the earth; it was dusk. Birds sang merrily among the grass and trees, filling the air with the vibrant energy of summer.

Jia Ye looked at the pillow with her head turned to the side, looking slightly bewildered.

"What are you thinking about?" He keenly sensed the change in her emotions.

"The rain has stopped." This day's dreamlike storm is about to pass, like a stolen moment of joy.