Chapter 207: Wushan and the Luo Goddess
Chapter 207: Chapter 207: Wushan and the Luo Goddess
Lu Xiu’s breathing was ragged. He stared down at the sensual sight below him, his throat dry and hoarse. He swallowed with difficulty, feeling an unbearable, scorching thirst.
His brow was knitted tightly as he panted, desperately trying to rein in his desire with logic. The process was long and agonizing.
After a long moment, he managed only two words.
"We can’t."
"Why can’t we?"
Liang Wan tilted her head back slightly. A sheen of unshed tears glistened at the corners of her passion-filled eyes. Her shimmering gaze clung to him, refusing to let go, demanding to know the truth.
But his only reply was silence, save for his scorching breath.
Liang Wan gritted her teeth, a fierce look on her face. "You can say we can’t, but your body tells the truth."
With that, she recklessly hooked her arms around his neck and bit his Adam’s apple. As if that wasn’t enough, she wrapped her hand around him.
In their lovemaking, she had always been coy, half-resisting and half-yielding, always timid. Even at the peak of her pleasure, she would only tremble lightly. He could never bring himself to be rough with her when she looked so frail and pitiful.
When had he ever seen her so bold? How could he possibly withstand it?
Lu Xiu forcefully grabbed her hand, pinning it above her head in a flustered state. He could barely contain himself. "Wanwan, listen to me."
His coaxing voice was terrifyingly hoarse.
With her hand restrained, Liang Wan couldn’t move it. She brazenly thrust her hips upward, but his reflexes were faster, and he pressed her back down.
"Stop it."
He gritted his teeth, his voice cracking with urgency.
’Stop it? I’ve barely even started.’
Liang Wan watched as desire slowly consumed his eyes. She knew perfectly well how much he was suffering, but she refused to let him off the hook. The more he resisted, the more she wanted to torment him.
’Torment him ruthlessly.’
’This inexplicable hatred almost made me forget my initial goal.’
’Let’s be wild, let’s go crazy. It’s not like we have much time left together anyway...’
’If he dies, we’ll be separated by death. If he lives, we’ll meet again as enemies.’
Liang Wan’s eyes began to sting. A sudden wave of misery washed over her, and her heart felt as if it were steeping in tears.
A hot tear escaped the corner of her eye, tracing a path into her hairline before disappearing.
With a soft sigh, Lu Xiu released her hand and gently wiped the corner of her eye with his fingertip.
Liang Wan turned her face away, refusing to look at him.
Lu Xiu pulled her into his arms again, stroking her slightly disheveled hair and patiently coaxing her.
Liang Wan lowered her gaze. He thought she was angry.
Suddenly, a soft kiss landed behind her ear, followed by a nearly inaudible sigh.
"It’s not that I don’t want you. I’m afraid you’ll get pregnant."
Liang Wan froze. She frowned but said nothing, her eyes growing cold.
’I remember before he left for the campaign, he was coaxing me, asking me to promise I’d wait for him to come back and bear his children. Why has he changed his mind?’
The fiery heat of desire gradually dissipated, leaving only the intimate warmth of their bodies pressed together.
Lu Xiu turned her face to make her look at him. His voice was a little hoarse. "If I die, what will happen to you? And what will happen to our child?"
Liang Wan stared at him, dazed. Her throat was so tight she could barely speak, her lips parting slightly.
Lu Xiu kissed her cheek. His gaze was incredibly tender, but it couldn’t conceal the sorrow within. "I can’t let our child become another me."
Liang Wan narrowed her eyes, her heart aching with sharp, pulsing pangs of pain.
There was nothing she wanted to say, and nothing that needed to be said.
Liang Wan reached out, wrapped her arms tightly around him, and kissed his eyes.
Lu Xiu’s heart, which he had just managed to quiet, began to pound wildly again. His chest heaved as the desire he had suppressed for so long desperately sought an outlet.
At that very moment, Liang Wan took hold of him, rolled over, and straddled him.
Lu Xiu’s pupils contracted. He froze.
The sudden, tight sheath of her body was a fierce stimulus. The heat that had just cooled instantly flared to a peak. His trembling hands found her waist to steady her.
"Wanwan..." His voice was a hoarse, trembling rasp, thick with raw, overwhelming desire.
Filled to overflowing by his swollen length, she acted on pure instinct, indulging herself completely. She wrapped herself around him, clung to him, giving him no time to think. She wanted to pull him down into a boundless sea of pleasure, to ride the waves together.
He had restrained himself for too long, and she had been rational for too long.
In the little time they had left, all she wanted was a moment of pleasure free of schemes, defenses, or technique—a perfectly harmonious and utterly pure bliss.
She leaned down, her kisses tracing a path from the corner of his lips to behind his ear. "Don’t worry. I’m a physician. I have medicine."
He was sinking in her endless tenderness, panting, but still tried to pull away. "Don’t take it. It’s bad for your body..."
"I have my ways. Trust me."
She clenched around him, holding him fast. Tears streamed from her hazy, passion-filled eyes, one after another.
Her body was experiencing such pleasure, yet her heart ached with an ever-growing, unbearable sorrow.
Fate was cruel.
’If not for the people and events that stood between them, perhaps they truly could have had children and spent the rest of their lives together.’
Liang Wan closed her eyes, kissing his ear as she choked back a sob. "Don’t you love me? Right now, all I want is for you to love me, truly love me."
Lu Xiu found a sliver of clarity. His dark eyes locked on hers. After a moment of silence, he cupped the back of her neck and slowly lowered her onto her back...
He held her slender, willow-like waist, so soft and supple, and loved her with tender adoration.
Liang Wan relaxed, quietly taking it all in.
A dense shower of kisses landed on the side of her neck, like endless waves, one after another, washing over her, swaying her, threatening to carry her to their very crest.
Liang Wan tilted her chin up, her tear-filled eyes half-closed. She clung tightly to his shoulders, desperately holding on to the only piece of driftwood in this sea of ecstasy.
Amid the tossing and turning, she heard her own moans—the kind that made one blush and one’s heart race. They were hoarse, tinged with a hint of sorrow, yet thick with profound pleasure.
Her melodious cries were the greatest encouragement, but also the most bewitching of sounds.
Even a man as calm and self-possessed as him was rendered witless by the sound, becoming utterly unstoppable.
Lu Xiu gripped the delicate woman in his arms, supporting her waist. He held back no longer. As pleasure coiled and surged within him, he began to thrust into her with greater force.
The mad beast, caged for far too long, burst from its prison with fiery desire and boundless strength, galloping freely and attacking with abandon.
In the midst of their chaotic passion, he looked down at her and asked hoarsely, "Does it hurt?"
Liang Wan shook her head with a soft moan, her body trembling uncontrollably. Her slender, pale fingers tightened their grip on him of their own accord as she gently swayed her hips.
She responded to him with everything she had, holding nothing back.
Their eyes met, seeing only each other. Their gazes converged and tangled, igniting a thousand sparks.
She clung to him, demanding more again and again, like an insatiable succubus draining a man’s very essence.
She was a lute in his embrace, for him to pluck and play any melody he desired.
Inside the dimly lit tent, the faint fragrance of Green Peony mingled with their panting breaths, as entwined and inseparable as their two bodies.
...
The last rays of the setting sun faded away. The horizon slowly bled from crimson to twilight violet, finally dissolving into an inky blackness.
Night fell. In the soft evening breeze, a bright moon hung high amidst a scattering of stars.
Inside the tent, after the storm had passed, the two lay nestled in each other’s arms, enveloped by peace and tranquility.
After their fulfillment, Liang Wan was her old self again, snuggled in his arms, docile and sweet.
She was so exhausted she could barely keep her eyes open, wanting only to lie quietly beside him.
Lu Xiu took her hand, brought it to his lips for a kiss, and then intertwined their fingers, holding on tightly.
An uncontrollable ache spread through Liang Wan’s heart.
She lifted her shimmering, tear-filled eyes to him. "Do you like this scent?"
Their skin was still slick and close from their lovemaking.
Throughout the intimate atmosphere, from beginning to end, a faint, almost imperceptible fragrance had lingered in the air.