Love after Marriage

TREMBLING

He kissed her fiercely, sucking on her lips without letting go, and a rustling pain came slowly. To be exact, it was not pain, but an indescribable feeling. It made her feel very confused.

　　Wen Qian leaned her back against the wall and turned her head away, subconsciously trying to escape, but he grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back.

　　The old man was not as calm as usual, he was like a sea with wind and waves, coming with great force, determined to swallow up the person in front of him.

　　His kiss was full of predation, inch by inch, conquering the city, from the lips to the tip of the tongue and then to deeper places, leaving no one spared.

　　It seemed as if a raging fire was burning everywhere, and there was no way to extinguish it.

　　Wen Qian had never seen such a scene before. She was too drunk the last time she kissed him and didn't feel it properly. This was the first time.

　　It only took her one minute to go from rejection to acceptance. She slightly opened her thin lips and silently endured his invasion. She thought it was within her tolerance range, but it turned out to be so deadly.

　　He held her jaw with one hand, and moved his other hand to the back of her head, holding her neck to prevent her from escaping. Intense kisses came all over her, as if to devour her.

In a hurry, Wen Qian grabbed the clothes on his waist, intending to push him away, but the distance between them became closer and closer, with almost no space between them.

　　Through her clothes, she could even feel the thunderous beating of his heart, boom, boom, boom, it made her body numb and every nerve felt tingling.

　　People seem to be floating in the clouds, not knowing where they are going.

　　The fire in her chest grew more intense. She swallowed and tried to see something with her wet eyes. Suddenly, the chandelier above her head dimmed.

　　While kissing, Shang Mo distractedly turned off the switch on the wall.

　　The surroundings were plunged into darkness and she could not see anything, but her senses became more sensitive. The man's hot kiss, hot body, and strong arms bound Wen Qian tightly like a rope.

　　She felt an unprecedented warmth, wrapping her body tightly and melting her without even realizing it.

　　The involuntary whimpers became the most beautiful song in the dark night, and every breath made people's heart palpitate.

　　The original movement of pushing and rejecting gradually lost its strength, and her arms limply rested on his shoulders, loosely hooking around his neck.

　　It is said that color is the most beautiful thing in the world. Wen Qian used to think so too, but now she has a different feeling.

　　Darkness can also make people feel uneasy.

　　Just like now, she couldn't see anything, but she could feel it very clearly: his breathing, his gasps, his hot fingertips, and his long legs against her knees.

　　Can't move, can't hide, can only endure.

　　Wen Qian's consciousness was the first to lose in this tug of war. Her heart beat so fast that it was indescribable, the tip of her tongue was numb, and her lips were swollen.

　　It is said on the Internet that Shang Mo is cold and abstinent, and never lets women get close to him.

　　She used to believe it, but not now. How could a man who doesn't let women get close to him be such a good kisser?