Zong Jun wasted no time and began to undress with swift efficiency. As his towering, muscular frame loomed over her, Yao Ji nearly screamed, but Zong Jun seized her chin and kissed her forcefully. His powerful tongue entwined with hers as she tried to evade it, ravaging her moist, tender mouth before drawing her silky tongue into his own, passing his saliva to her in slow, deliberate sips.

Yao Ji could hardly bear it. The first time Zong Jun had kissed her, it had been a mere brush of the lips. As a v1rgin with a delicate body, she should not have been subjected to such roughness. Yet, on their wedding night, when Zong Jun had caressed his young wife's fragrant form and noticed her n1pples hardening beneath her garments from mere kisses on her shoulders and neck, he knew her body was deliciously responsive.

Determined to claim Yao Ji completely this time, his kisses were overtly lascivious and even vulgar, reducing her to a puddle of desire, her undergarments soaked through.

Though Yao Ji had been taught the ways of the world by the palace matrons, she did not understand the phrase "to devour someone," a common folk expression she had never heard. Yet, she understood well enough why her thighs were wet, which only added to her embarrassment and frustration. 

She struggled to push Zong Jun away, but he was already n4ked, and her hands found his taut, muscular flesh. His hot, hard body pressed against hers, separated only by the thin fabric of her spring robe, causing them both to shiver.

Zong Jun withdrew his large tongue from her mouth and whispered hoarsely in her ear with a low laugh, "Yao Yao, this is what it means to devour someone. Do you understand? I started with your little mouth." His hand moved to her br3asts, kneading them with varying pressure until Yao Ji couldn't help but moan softly. He then tore open her robe, his long fingers pinching the rosy tips of her br3asts. "Now, I will devour your breasts."

Her small n1pples seemed to respond to his teasing words, trembling involuntarily, which made Zong Jun's throat tighten with desire. He thought to himself that this noble princess was so exquisitely sensitive, and he couldn't help but want to turn her into a wanton woman. His semi-er3ct member hardened into a swollen rod.

He bent down and took half of her br3ast and n1pple into his mouth, his hand gripping the rest. His tongue licked vigorously while his fingers pressed the flesh with a light, tingling pressure, causing Yao Ji to twitch as if jolted. Though she had been biting her lip to suppress her moans, she now couldn't help but cry out as she grabbed Zong Jun's hand, "My lord, no... please don't..."

"You're not being good," Zong Jun said, giving her a light smack on her small bvttocks. "How did I tell you to address me?"

Yao Ji sobbed, "Zong Jun, no... it's too much, Yao Yao feels... it's too much."

"Where does it feel too much?" Zong Jun leisurely took her n1pple back into his mouth, sucking and biting it repeatedly until both of her swollen, milky br3asts were red and glistening with his saliva. Only then did he slide his large hand between her legs, finding them drenched with sticky moisture. His laughter grew deeper. "Is it your br3asts that feel too much, or is it your little petals?"