The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan-Chapter 663 - 661 Between Husband and Wife (First Update)

Yelu Yan opened his mouth to capture Li Xianyun’s lips, extending outwards and landing a moist, soft kiss that fit perfectly in place.

Churning like overturning rivers and seas.

Leaving one breathless.

Li Xianyun finally couldn’t keep up the act and pushed against his solid chest with her hand.

Yelu Yan seized her two pale, delicate hands and pressed them down onto the bed.

Still kissing in his own way.

Li Xianyun quietly moaned, stirred by the kiss, and arched her body impatiently.

It was only then that Yelu Yan let go of her hands.

The moment Li Xianyun’s hands were freed, she wrapped them around Yelu Yan’s neck and shoulders, opening her mouth to engage fully with him.

In the quiet inner chamber, the delicate and faint sounds of a man and a woman kissing echoed.

Sounds that spurred uncontrollable desire.

After the fervent kissing, Yelu Yan pulled away from Li Xianyun’s lips, kissing her cheek and the base of her ear while murmuring in a seductive voice, "Not pretending anymore?"

Li Xianyun wrapped her arms around him, nodded, and with an "Mhm," laughed out loud.

The air had all been drawn away by Yelu Yan, and now her breathing was unstable, her ample chest heaving.

Like rolling waves.

Li Xianyun’s clothes had long been disheveled and loosely draped over her chest.

Crooked and askew, revealing a large expanse of enchanting scenery.

Yelu Yan kissed down her swan-like neck, towards her impressive bosom.

Yet his hand had already moved lower, rather naughtily.

Li Xianyun then wrapped her arms around Yelu Yan’s head, her blood boiling, her whole body burning hot.

Her slender fingers, smooth as pared onion roots, rested on Yelu Yan’s thick black hair.

Under the light, her fingers appeared soft and fair, as if they would break if pinched.

Yelu Yan’s hands, accustomed to wielding weapons, proficiently removed a woman’s clothes.

With a tear and a tug.

Li Xianyun’s embrace was open wide.

A white silk bellyband appeared before their eyes.

The silky material, smooth as water, clung to her body, outlining her figure.

The bellyband, already fitting and short, seemed even smaller against Li Xianyun’s proud chest, as if it might pop out at any moment.

Yelu Yan finally lifted his head to look at Li Xianyun.

Her little face flushed red, her lips slightly pursed, eyes timid, not daring to meet his scorching gaze. She glanced at him briefly before turning her head aside.

Li Xianyun’s exquisite collarbone was extremely delicate and beautiful due to this turning motion.

Yelu Yan looked down along her collarbone.

His gaze could not be obstructed by the mere layer of fabric.

Yelu Yan felt his pulse racing, almost to the point of a nosebleed.

He sighed and buried his head in the swell of her chest.

Through two layers of soft fabric covering the bellyband.

Shaking his head, rubbing, and caressing.

All the while not forgetting to inhale deeply.

Smelling her scent.

Li Xianyun, with her eyes half-closed, felt Yelu Yan’s movements, heard his breathing, curved her slender white arms, and lightly bit the soft flesh on the back of her hand, unable to bear it any longer.

After Yelu Yan had his fill, he held her close, his mouth encompassing.

The warm, damp sensation passed through the soft fabric of the bellyband directly to her.

Li Xianyun moaned softly, her body arched, and her hips shifted with restrained impatience.

As Yelu Yan savored, he didn’t forget to glance at Li Xianyun.

Seeing her biting her own hand, Yelu Yan maintained his position and lifted his hand to take hers down.

"Xianxian, don’t bite yourself."

His voice was muffled as if he had candy in his mouth.

Deep and hoarse, full of emotion, it was enormously seductive to the mind and body.

Li Xianyun’s legs stretched out, instinctively wrapping around Yelu Yan’s sturdy waist.

Her dress slid down, revealing Li Xianyun’s dainty feet and creamy, smooth legs.

Yelu Yan’s clothes had already fallen away.

Li Xianyun’s smooth skin pressed against Yelu Yan’s waist, tender as if touching gentle water and soft wind.

Yelu Yan’s large palm seized Li Xianyun’s chest.

Her blouse was tossed aside onto the bed.

All the splendor was laid bare.

Li Xianyun wanted to wrap her arms around her chest, but Yelu Yan pinned her small hands down, gazing at her intently, entranced.

His gaze was like sharp hooks, teasing out the itch deep in her bones, bit by bit.

Li Xianyun’s whole body softened.

Shame mingled with yearning.

Yelu Yan praised her, then buried his head and took hold.

Li Xianyun let out a soft hiss, like a marionette with strings attached to her chest, being pulled taut.

She writhed like a dehydrated fish.

Her body was smeared with Yelu Yan’s saliva.

Until Li Xianyun realized Yelu Yan was moving towards the foot of the bed, terrified, she promptly sat up, covering herself securely with her hands.

Yelu Yan lay between her legs, taking her hands away.

The man’s strength was immense; if he wanted to do something, she couldn’t stop him.

Ultimately, Yelu Yan had his way.

Li Xianyun parted her blushing lips, her brow furrowed into a small hill as she half-rose to push at Yelu Yan, "Husband, get up."

As if he hadn’t heard, Yelu Yan pressed his hands on her thighs, buried his head, yet he didn’t forget to lift his eyes to watch her.

Desire flowed in his eyes.

Seeing her persistent refusal, Yelu Yan became rougher.

The subtle sounds became slightly louder.

Breathing sounds, along with the swish of a bird’s feathers gliding across the surface of the water.

Li Xianyun finally couldn’t endure any longer and collapsed heavily onto the bed, closing her eyes, uttering soft cries, her grip on Yelu Yan’s shoulder growing firmer.

Until Li Xianyun was like the severely wounded, lifting her legs.

She opened her reddened lips to bite at her fingertips, her other hand clutching and releasing the bedsheet, loosening and tightening repeatedly.

Her entire being was spent on the bed, making a desperate struggle, utterly helpless.

Only then did Yelu Yan look up at Li Xianyun, his lips moistened.

He saw both her inability to control herself and her pleasure.

At that moment, Li Xianyun was guided merely by feeling; where was the room for shame?

Once Li Xianyun had calmed down, Yelu Yan still maintained his position, looking up at her with a mischievous smile, "Want more?"

Li Xianyun twisted slightly, nodding in agreement with her true desires.

Yelu Yan continued his attentions.

Soon, Li Xianyun was like a swan in water, stretching her neck.

The only difference was that while a swan cries to the sky, her sounds were short and panting.

After several rounds, Li Xianyun covered herself and begged for mercy.

Yelu Yan finally released her.

Li Xianyun didn’t care about the wetness on her hands as she grasped Yelu Yan’s arm, wanting to kiss his lips.

Yelu Yan’s mouth was full of tasted; he intended to dodge, but Li Xianyun wouldn’t allow it.

After pulling Yelu Yan up, Li Xianyun eyed his lips and kissed him.

This time, it was Li Xianyun who took the initiative and gained the upper hand.

She cradled Yelu Yan’s face, suckling him.

Yelu Yan finally understood what Li Xianyun meant—kissing for a long time or fiercely would make the lips go numb.

Now he was experiencing it.

Li Xianyun wrapped around him, opening herself up to him.

Yelu Yan clenched her waist, suddenly plunging forward.

Both let out muffled moans.

Li Xianyun arched her neck, her eyes wide, looking at the canopy above the bed.

It is said that when one is feeling intensely, the eyes will widen.

And indeed, she couldn’t help but feel at that moment.