“I did too.” The words escaped my lips, and before I could process their weight, Chu Ke Huan’s lips were on my neck. His hands roamed over me, and I realized too late that I shouldn’t have said those words.
“I want you,” he said, his voice raspy with desire.
“Wait,” I managed to say, clinging to a shred of clarity amidst the torrent of lust. “I have something to say…”
“I don’t want to hear it.” He kissed his way from the side of my face to the front, silencing me as his lips captured mine.
I struggled against him, but my body betrayed me, unable to resist the fervent chaos of his kiss. My unsteady steps brought us closer to the bed. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed two bottles of champagne lying languidly in an ice bucket on the table. But as desire overtook me, those bottles dissolved into a vivid image of us entwined, soaking together in the bathtub. I closed my eyes, letting my vision fall into a dark, endless void.
I continued to spiral deeper into that kiss, eventually landing softly on the bed’s plush surface. Even as my body sank into its depths, Chu Ke Huan didn’t relent, kissing me until I surrendered completely to the moment. When I finally abandoned all reason, he pulled back, creating a small distance between us. Our eyes met.
“Take off your clothes,” he commanded softly.
Obediently, I removed each piece of clothing, baring my body and placing myself back by his side.
Chu Ke Huan lay on his side, propped up on one arm, gazing intently at me. His eyes traveled slowly from the top of my body to the bottom and back again, tracing every detail without touching me. Finally, his gaze returned to mine. The fiery lust he had displayed when I entered had calmed, replaced by something quieter and more deliberate.
“Your breasts are even more beautiful than I imagined,” he said earnestly, as though his prolonged observation had been solely to deliver this compliment with precision.
I was taken aback by how deeply he regarded this intimate moment between us. His seriousness moved me, and I felt both surprised and touched.
“Thank you,” I replied.
His hand settled gently on my chest, kneading softly, before he leaned down to kiss every inch of my skin. It felt as though he was staking a claim on my body, one kiss at a time. Each kiss grew heavier, each pull of his lips more urgent. I could sense his hunger. When he slipped off his bathrobe, revealing his firm, sculpted physique, I realized he was like a wild beast, driven by an insatiable thirst as he surged forward and collided with me.
My body was utterly dominated by him, but the part of me that wanted to escape—my soul—was met by wave after wave of desire. Those waves relentlessly crashed against me, pulling me back to him every time. In the end, neither my soul nor my body could go anywhere. I was left helpless, crying out and moaning under his control.
In the haze of it all, I remembered something Ke Fei once said: The anxiety before a wedding is the best aphrodisiac, and nothing is more passionate than making love as though there’s no tomorrow.
The rhythm of his movements awakened something deeper within me, summoning an even more intense desire. I pressed Chu Ke Huan beneath me, urging him further inside. We united in the same heat, inseparable, clinging to each other with all our strength, not allowing even the smallest gap between us. Deep down, we both understood—this closeness was born from the knowledge that there would never be another time.
After reaching a climax filled with love, Chu Ke Huan, drenched in sweat, didn’t let go of me. Instead, he buried his face in my shoulder, and I felt his body tremble violently.
I froze. “What’s—”
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