Chen Huaixu’s head was buried between her br3asts, his lips suckling and nipping at her tender flesh. A wet, velvety tongue lapped at the sensitive skin before drawing a n1pple deep into his mouth, leaving a glistening trail in its wake.

A whimper escaped her, a breathy, broken sound. "Don't bite… Chen… Chen Huaixu!"

Her body trembled involuntarily. Fingers digging into his shoulders tightened, scratching helplessly, finally tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer.

He drew her n1pple back into his mouth, teasing it with the tip of his tongue. Hearing the change in her breathing, he sucked harder, and within moments, she was squirming, tugging at his ear, and whimpering in protest.

He moved between her br3asts, leaving a tapestry of marks on the smooth, pale skin. With each breath, they rose and fell, a tantalizing, undulating rhythm.

He couldn’t resist taking another bite before straightening up. He nudged her legs apart with his knee, pinning one to the side with his own. He didn’t need to touch her; the dark stain on her panties told him all he needed to know.

Yan Zhen twisted, trying to escape, nearly rolling off the sofa before he caught her, pulling her back against him.

Their n4ked skin met, the friction igniting an inexplicable heat. Body heat and racing heartbeats mingled, intertwining until they were almost one.

"Enough…" she whispered, her voice trembling, the words soft and seductive. "…Don't…don't…"

"Don't what?" Chen Huaixu leaned down, brushing the sweat-dampened hair from her forehead and kissing the corner of her reddened eye. "How will I know if you don't tell me?"

He stood, grabbing two wet wipes from the coffee table and meticulously cleaning his fingers, his gaze fixed on her.

Yan Zhen felt like prey, and Chen Huaixu the executioner, sharpening his blade with deliberate care.

"Don't touch me anymore!"

"Touch you how? Like this?" He tossed the wipes aside and leaned down again, pulling aside the fabric of her panties. His cool, damp palm pressed against her soft mound, cupping it, rubbing with firm strokes. A shiver ran through her. 

Her fingers dug into his arm, her eyelashes fluttering as her thighs instinctively clenched around his hand, soaking his palm.

He nipped at her earlobe, his breath coming in shallow gasps. "Baby, you're so sensitive. How can you be this wet?"

His fingers trailed across her slick folds, gathering the moisture before gently parting her lips. He began to probe, pushing his knuckles inside, inch by agonizing inch.

She wanted to curse him, to tell him to stop, but the pleasure spiraling through her was overwhelming, consuming her reason, making coherent thought impossible.

"Stop…" she pleaded, her grip tightening on his arm, but the feeling of his knuckles spreading her sensitive folds, touching the delicate flesh within, teasing and stroking, was too intense.

His finger found the bud at the apex, pinching it gently. A jolt of electricity shot through Yan Zhen, a moan escaping her lips as her toes curled.

With each stroke, her cl1t swelled, becoming exquisitely sensitive. The slightest touch sent waves of dizzying pleasure through her. Her entire world narrowed to the insistent pressure of his fingers, her body’s most vulnerable point held captive, her control teetering on the brink of collapse.

He continued to rub and pinch her cl1t while his palm cupped and stroked her, occasionally dipping a finger into her entrance.