The Eldest Princess

Chapter 62

Xuan Fusang's hands were wrapped in two different kinds of heat, inside and outside.

Even though there was a layer of clothing between them, the shape and temperature of the hand could still be transmitted to her brain, making it impossible for her not to associate it with its appearance.

A trace of regret arose in her heart, and she wanted to pull her hand back very much, but her retreat route had already been blocked by Yun Cen.

Only today did she fully realize how gentle and careful he was when he held her hand.

Yun Cen was possessed by desire.

He knew clearly that he shouldn't do this, but he couldn't control himself and forced her hand to rub his penis.

He was restrained at first, and moved slowly and gently.

His test immediately received feedback from Xuan Fusang.

"Yun, Cen." She spoke coldly and pinched the hard object in her hand harder as her tone became more serious.

Although it was a dangerous weapon, it was also his weakness.

"Hmm——" Yun Cen immediately groaned in pain, but still did not let her go.

He could tell that she was angry, and his heart skipped a beat as he felt the pain.

But at the same time, the comfort that rushed straight to his brain also emboldened him.

"A-Sang."

He softened his tone, acted coquettishly, hugged her tightly, and bent down to kiss her.

She quickly covered his mouth with her other hand.

His face still hurt from being hit by her, and he had already been so unruly below that he didn't dare to do it again above.

His lips only lightly rubbed against the palm of her hand, while his penis rubbed heavily against the other palm.

Seeing the expression of the girl in his arms becoming increasingly cold, he kept thinking back to the girl in the rockery.

The more I look at it, the hotter I get; the more I think about it, the thirstier I get.

The possessive instinct was clamoring, and the desire that was about to explode was not satisfied. He couldn't help but hold her hand and stroke it regardless.

And Xuan Fusang also increased his strength without mercy.

The pain brings more and more exciting pleasure.

It's really cool...

Yun Cen thought, even if that thing was broken, broken in Asan's hands, that was its good fortune.

At this moment, Asan has black hair and blue clothes, and she does not have any symbols of her status as a princess.

But even though she was trapped in his arms and doing such dirty things, her noble and dignified character did not diminish in the slightest.

It even gave him an illusion.

She was a monarch who was temporarily defeated and fell into his hands.

Sooner or later she would escape from his arms and take control of her kingdom again.

Looking at the coldness in her watery eyes, he felt itchy and unbearable.

He wanted to conquer her and submit to her at the same time.

He wanted to be her master, to overwhelm her and pamper her at will, but he was also willing to be her captive, kneeling down to beg for her mercy for a moment.