Song Mo felt the warm, fragrant body in his arms, soft as jade. His blood surged and his heart raced. He felt no pain at all. Instinctively, he rolled over, pinning Dou Zhao beneath him.
Dou Zhao was startled and flustered, her hands pressing against Song Mo’s chest.
Their eyes met.
Song Mo’s eyes shone brightly, like cold stars in the night sky, glittering with dazzling light.
Dou Zhao’s eyes widened in surprise.
In the silent inner chamber, heavy breathing gradually became audible.
Desire clouded Song Mo’s eyes.
“Shou Gu!” he murmured, slowly lowering his head.
Dou Zhao sensed “danger.”
But in her mind flashed images: Song Mo riding his horse, dusty from the journey, arriving at the country estate where she lived in Zhending, gazing at her intently from atop the estate wall; him toying with an inkstone under the lamp, looking up to ask with uncertainty if her father would like it; he curled up cautiously at the edge of the bed… Her heart was suddenly in turmoil, feeling caught between a rock and a hard place.
Should she push him away? Or let him have his way?
Pushing him away seemed too cruel.
Letting him have his way – the unpleasant memories from her past life still lingered. Rationally, she knew she should quickly immerse herself in this relationship, but emotionally, it was still difficult for her to let go completely without reservations.
Hesitant and conflicted, she bit her lip and turned her face away, gently pushing him.
But her cheeks involuntarily flushed red.
Dou Zhao’s rejection jolted Song Mo back to his senses. But the blush spreading across her beautiful face made him immediately realize that if Dou Zhao was completely uninterested, she could have pushed him away forcefully or glared at him angrily… Yet Dou Zhao had only pushed him gently before turning her face away.
Her fair, soft earlobe, round and full, tempted Song Mo’s gaze.
When there’s no opportunity, one should create an opportunity. How much more so when such a good chance presents itself…
Without any hesitation, Song Mo took that white earlobe into his mouth, inadvertently touching Dou Zhao’s sensitive spot.
Dou Zhao felt as if struck by lightning, her body tingling.
“Yan Tang, don’t…” she turned her face away.
Song Mo obediently released her, but pressed against her cheek, taking advantage of her speaking to capture her lips.
“Yan Tang…” Dou Zhao’s surprised exclamation turned into a moan.
Song Mo was like an awkward hunter, guided only by instinct in pursuit of her sweetness. He moved roughly between her lips, almost suffocating her.
Idiot! Idiot!
Dou Zhao mentally cursed while whimpering and struggling beneath him.
His tongue was nimble and strong; she couldn’t even bite him if she wanted to.
Would she suffocate to death like this?
The thought flashed through her mind, but then Song Mo pulled back.
She gasped for air.
Song Mo was also breathing heavily, his gaze deep and unfathomable as it fell on her heaving chest.
“Shou Gu!” Without waiting for her to catch her breath, he leaned down again. His left arm wrapped around her supple waist, holding her tightly beneath him. His tongue deftly explored her mouth again, kissing and sucking. His right hand slid stealthily into her clothes, grasping her soft breast. His fingers seemed to pluck at strings, teasing the bud on her chest. Between her thighs, a hot, hard object pressed painfully against her.
Song Mo’s passion seemed to ignite in an instant.
Dou Zhao’s whole body trembled.
If she didn’t stop this, she knew very well what would happen next.
But if she did stop it, how would someone as proud as Song Mo react?
Would he flee in embarrassment? Or calmly release her and pretend nothing had happened for the sake of saving face?
She was his wife; he had the right to have her. Yet out of respect for her wishes, he would rather make himself look awkward.
Either outcome made Dou Zhao’s heart ache just thinking about it.
If she had known it would be like this, she should have firmly refused when he first pinned her down.
Dou Zhao deeply regretted her actions.
But now it was too late to refuse.
As if sensing her hesitation, Song Mo’s arm around her waist tightened. His tongue exploring her mouth became more uninhibited, and the hand grasping her breast began to knead gently yet firmly.
Waves of intense tingling surged from deep within her body to her limbs.
This familiar yet strange sensation frightened her.
Familiar because she had briefly experienced such passion before; strange because the feeling had been so distant, so far away that she had almost forgotten it.
“Song Yan Tang!” Dou Zhao’s voice escaped from between Song Mo’s lips, sounding broken and revealing unmistakable panic.
Song Mo suddenly released her, staring intently into her eyes as if trying to see through them and understand her entire heart clearly.
Dou Zhao felt very uneasy.
She felt that saying anything would be inappropriate.
But saying nothing also seemed wrong.
How had things come to this point?
Song Mo was still just a youth unacquainted with desire.
In the end, it was all her fault.
Dou Zhao felt somewhat annoyed with herself.
Suddenly, Song Mo smiled broadly.
His clear eyes were filled with tender affection, even the slight curl of his lips seemed alluring.
Dou Zhao was stunned.
Song Mo began to undress.
Dou Zhao couldn’t help but widen her eyes.
His physique was extremely proportionate, the lines of his waist especially beautiful. He looked slim, but not gaunt. His skin was smooth like jade, giving off a faint glow in the dim light of the bed curtains.
Song Mo laughed heartily. “Shou Gu, Shou Gu, how amusing you are!”
He leaned down to kiss her eyelids, very intimately.
Dou Zhao’s heart raced, her face flushing red. “No… I…” But she was too flustered to speak.
No matter how she tried to explain, she couldn’t deny the fact that she had been staring at Song Mo’s naked body in a daze.
“Shou Gu!” Song Mo called to her, smiling. “I like the way you look at me.” He said softly, joy overflowing from the corners of his eyes and brows, with a heat that made one’s heart race.
This is so embarrassing!
Dou Zhao’s face burned.
Song Mo cupped her face, tenderly kissing her forehead, eyebrows, and red lips one by one… as if she were a rare treasure he held in his hands, cherished and protected.
Dou Zhao’s chest felt tight.
Suddenly, Song Mo became more intense.
He kissed Dou Zhao forcefully, his tongue teasing and probing wildly in her mouth as if he wanted to devour her. It left Dou Zhao breathless, writhing beneath him.
Her clothes loosened and were removed one by one.
When Dou Zhao realized it, she was left with only her undergarments. Her delicate breasts, like slightly unripe peaches, stood proudly before Song Mo’s eyes.
This rascal… how did he learn all this…
For some reason, Dou Zhao suddenly felt like laughing.
A strange light flashed in Song Mo’s dark pupils. He lowered his head, taking the flower-bud-like nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling wantonly.
Dou Zhao gasped.
A tingling pleasure spread from her chest, making her whole body heat up. Even the pain from Song Mo’s occasional roughness turned into sweet tremors.
Dou Zhao was alarmed.
She hadn’t been like this before.
She used to hate all forms of roughness, considering it a sign of disrespect.
But now, the same actions from Song Mo felt sweet and enjoyable.
“Song Yan Tang! Song Yan Tang…” Dou Zhao called out to Song Mo in panic.
Song Mo raised his head.
A fire danced in his dark eyes.
Her rose-like buds glistened enticingly from Song Mo’s attentions.
Dou Zhao couldn’t help but lick her full red lips.
Song Mo’s eyes suddenly became as deep as midnight.
He swiftly removed Dou Zhao’s undergarments and entered her.
Dou Zhao let out a low whimper, clutching Song Mo’s neck tightly.
“Shou Gu, Shou Gu!” Song Mo kissed her ear softly, his warm breath gently brushing her neck, full of tender affection. “It will be better soon… it will be better soon…” He murmured comfortingly with his eyes closed, but his body continued to thrust without pause, growing faster.
What a brute!
Dou Zhao was in so much pain she broke out in a cold sweat, but she could feel how he moved within her.
Like a mischievous child exploring an unknown wonderland.
She couldn’t help but take a deep breath, gently stroking Song Mo’s back.
His skin was burning hot, covered in a fine sheen of sweat.
Dou Zhao’s heart softened, her body gradually relaxing, the pain becoming more bearable.
Her body began to open up to his rhythm, becoming moist.
Sensing her change, Song Mo slowed down, biting her ear and softly calling “Shou Gu.” But before she could answer, he gripped her slender waist and thrust forcefully, penetrating through layers of tight petals to strike deep into her core…
Wasn’t this his first time?
Aren’t first times usually quick?
How could he go on endlessly like this?
Dou Zhao let out a muffled groan, fine beads of sweat appearing on her fair forehead. Her body felt numb and tingly, uncontrollably heating up.
She couldn’t help but hold Song Mo tightly, moaning as she wrapped her legs around his waist…
The morning sunlight shone in as Dou Zhao opened her eyes groggily.
Her body felt sore and swollen as if she had moved hundreds of flower pots the night before.
Dou Zhao jolted awake.
The inner chamber was quiet. She was wearing casual moon-white undergarments, lying clean and alone on the large carved nanmu wood bed. The air was fresh with the scent of jasmine. The yellow chrysanthemum in the white porcelain vase on the table still maintained yesterday’s pose. Only the slight depression on the mandarin duck pillow seemed to remind her that everything wasn’t just a dream.
She couldn’t help but call out, “Suxin.”
The door creaked open, and Suxin and Ganlu entered carrying washing items.
Both had undisguised joy in their expressions.
“Madam,” Suxin tried to help her up as if she were ill, “The Young Master went to the palace and specially instructed us not to wake you. We’ve been waiting outside.”
Ganlu even brought the salt water for rinsing her mouth to her.
Damn that Song Mo!
As if he wanted the whole world to know.
Dou Zhao couldn’t help but glare at the two of them, saying, “I’m not a child. Can’t I wash up by myself?”
Suxin and Ganlu just smiled, carefully attending to her.
After washing up, Sujuan brought in a bowl of black chicken soup: “The Young Master ordered this early this morning.”