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In the tranquil stillness of the winter night, the room was enveloped in a gentle hush.

Fei and Yang lay on the carpet, their bare skin pressed together, generating a comforting warmth that radiated through the cozy room.

Wrapped snugly in a soft, warm blanket, their bodies were entwined in a tender embrace, the fabric a cocoon against the chill of the outside world.

The fireplace crackled steadily, its flames dancing and casting a soft, flickering glow that played upon the walls, creating delicate shadows that wavered and shifted.

The rhythmic sound of the fire provided a soothing backdrop to the quiet night, complementing the serene ambiance with its gentle, crackling whispers.

Fei, whose tears had dried, lay close to Yang, her head resting against his shoulder, and her breath mingling with his in a shared rhythm.

The only sounds that reached her ears were the faint hum of Yang’s voice, a low and melodious murmur that draped over her like a soft, velvety blanket.

His words, though unspoken, were felt in the tender vibrations of his chest against her ear, a lullaby of affection that seemed to seduce her further into a cocoon of comfort.

His hands roamed over her back, tracing the curves of her body with a delicate touch. Fei’s breath hitched as his fingers caressed her skin, her own hands moving to hold him closer.

Their eyes met, speaking volumes without uttering a single word. Fei’s soft, submissive nature surfaced as she yielded to his touch, her body arching slightly to invite him further.

Yang’s lips brushed over her cheek, trailing kisses down her jaw, his tenderness enveloping her completely as he changed the position, pinning her down.

The man had successfully seduced her.

Despite the reluctance she felt at times, her silent pleas were met with Yang’s willing heart, his actions a proof to his deep-seated desire to make amends.

As the night progressed, their bodies shifted gently beneath the blanket, the rhythm of their movements harmonious and fluid.

“Ahn..please—”

And in no time, the soft cries of a woman and the wild, restrained pants of a man filled the silence of the room.

“Stop moving,” he silenced.

“B-But..” She mewled like a small, helpless animal.

“Shh..” The man knew what he was doing as he coaxed her into submission.

Fei succumbed to his experienced touches and clutched onto the blanket, her body jerking under his control as he pleased and worshiped her body.

She was reluctant at first, but then he made her feel so good, so much that she thought she’d cry from all the pleasure.

Her lips parted, trembling, heaving out soft cries that were too arousing for the man, yet he restrained himself, maintaining a delicate balance between passion and tenderness.

Fei, supported on her elbows, gazed at the flame of the fireplace. The flame resembled her own position, heat and scorching intensity enveloping her whole body completely.

Her eyes glossed over, and silky strands of hair stuck to her flushed face, a visible sheen covering her fair skin, making her look extremely enticing.

She looked breathtaking as she softly murmured and sweetly cried under her husband’s care. “S-Slow down, please?”

“Why?” The man mocked, knowing that she secretly likes what he does to her. “Tell me you don't like it and I'll stop,” he murmured, his tone both seductive and domineering which meant that he meant what he said.