Her pale body bucked and swayed beneath him, flushed with the rosy hues of desire. Her delicate fingers, at first digging into the muscles of his back, gradually lost their strength, sliding down to his waist, unable to even hold him close. 

Chen Huaixu moved with a fierce urgency. Sharp, rapid sounds of their joining echoed in the room, scattered by the intensity of their movements, moisture scattering and seeping into the sheets below. 

Beneath his cool, indifferent exterior, a potent desire, ignited solely for her, raged. The beast of his lvst, once unleashed, was unstoppable. He thrust hard against her, his fingers trailing from her waist to her hips, lifting her bottom to meet his relentless downward strokes. His thick shaft sank fully into her wet heat, engulfed to the root, drawing a deep groan from his throat. 

His back tensed with the exquisite sensation, driving him to plunge even deeper. Yan Zhen whimpered, her slender white legs trembling against his waist. "So deep... uh... stop... so hard... no... don't... ah... too much..." 

The entrance to her core was stretched wide, the delicate flesh yielding to the pressure of his swollen tip with each thrust, sending waves of pleasure through him. He reached down, savoring the feel of their slick, rhythmic movements, then guided her hand between their bodies. 

"Baby, you're biting me." 

Yan Zhen resisted, struggling to pull her hand away, choking back a sob as she called him a p3rvert. He chuckled, bending to kiss her, his fingers finding the swollen bud between her legs. He continued his deep thrusts, now adding the rhythmic pressure and friction against her cl1t. 

Yan Zhen shuddered, unable to bear the exquisite torment, crying out as she cl1maxed. Her inner muscles contracted, gripping his length tightly with each breath, creating a friction that threatened to unravel them both. He was nearing his own release, driven to the edge by her involuntary clenches. 

He could hold back no longer, burying himself deep with several powerful thrusts, spilling his seed into her. Even through the thin barrier, Yan Zhen felt the pulses of his release, a dull throb against her most sensitive flesh that made her toes curl. As if not yet satisfied, he continued to grind against her, pressing against her cervix as if trying to fill her entirely. 

She whimpered and tried to pull away, but he held her fast until, with a low groan, he finally emptied himself completely, his body still pressed deep within hers. He slowly released his grip. The frenzy in the room gradually subsided. 

They lay tangled together, chests heaving, sweat slicked skin pressed against skin, slowly returning from the heights of their passion. Yan Zhen stared blankly at the ceiling, a sudden emptiness washing over her. 

It was like standing on a mountaintop after the grand finale of a fireworks display, only the chill night air remaining. She yearned to be held, comforted, warmed. Chen Huaixu shifted, the heat of his body lifting from hers. A wave of confusion and resentment washed over her. He was leaving after having his way with her. He really was a jerk. 

But instead of leaving, he simply sat up to remove and discard the c0ndom before returning to bed, gathering her back into his arms, kissing her softly as he murmured, “Are you alright?"