Chapter 9 Irresistible
He didn't give her a chance to speak, and lowered his head to kiss the two crimson petals he had long coveted. He simply couldn't resist her.
The fresh, watery scent of his shower, combined with his unique masculine aroma, overwhelmed her.
Su Jingyu initially struggled slightly, but under his onslaught, she quickly went limp and weakly clung to his shoulder in response.
The kiss was long and passionate, until both of them were breathless, at which point Xiao Jingzhan reluctantly released her. He pressed his forehead against hers, his breathing clearly audible, and looked at her, his eyes surging with an intense, overwhelming desire.
"My dear..." His voice was deep and husky as his burning lips kissed the corner of her lips, then gently kissed her sensitive earlobe, softly...
Su Jingyu had never experienced anything like this before. Her whole body trembled slightly, and she whimpered uncontrollably.
This completely ignited Xiao Jingzhan's suppressed flames. He scooped her up in his arms and placed her on the bed.
The curtains fell silently, and the candlelight flickered gently at that moment, burning to its last flame. A soft darkness enveloped the room, leaving only the intertwined breaths and her soft sobs, echoing in the silence, telling the unique tenderness of this night.
Inside the curtained room, the air was warm, but not scorching; it was thick with a deep, intense feeling. As Xiao Jingzhan gazed at Yu'er beneath him, the instant his imposing figure enveloped her completely, an unprecedented surge of emotion gripped him.
The composure and self-control ingrained in her bones for more than twenty years, the weighing and restraint concerning the court and the dignity of the crown prince, all melted away quietly in front of her pure and delicate face, like ice meeting the sun in spring.
He had never longed for her like this before. This longing did not stem from the interests of the Crown Prince's palace, nor from the ministers' advice on the foundation of the state. It was more primal and pure, originating solely from Xiao Jingzhan himself—he wanted her, completely and utterly, from the initial flutter of his heart to the body he now only wanted to hold tightly in his arms.
"Yu'er..." His voice was terribly hoarse, as if it were filled with endless emotions. The kiss landed again, a tender sucking that was cherished above all else.
His large hand reached for the ties of her nightgown, his movements revealing obvious eagerness, yet softening with tenderness upon touching her skin. When his fingertips truly touched that smooth, soft skin, he was filled with awe. What kind of creation could produce such a jade-like, smooth touch? Yu'er trembled slightly beneath him, a mixture of shyness and timidity.
Su Jingyu was already blushing deeply, her whole body flushed a pale pink. She kept her eyes tightly shut, her long eyelashes trembling nervously like butterfly wings. Her small hands weakly pressed against his firm chest, her voice barely a whisper: "Your Highness...please don't..."
This slight resistance only stirred up an overwhelming tenderness in his heart. He did not force her, but gently yet firmly wrapped his larger hand around her slender wrist, gently securing it to the pillow.
His lips and tongue, like those of a devout believer, lingered on her with burning heat, leaving marks like... first blossoms. He simply couldn't bear to let go...
Su Jingyu had never experienced anything like this before. A strange tingling sensation mixed with a slight discomfort washed over her, leaving her at a loss. She could only instinctively cling to him tighter, letting out soft sobs and tears streaming down her face. These tears were not from unwillingness, but rather a natural reaction of her body to endure... subtle and heartbreaking.
His heart tightened, and a surge of tenderness welled up within him. He couldn't help but lean down and gently kiss away the tears on her cheeks, while guiding her in an even more... and even more... way, together to this...
Nourished by the unnoticed spiritual spring, her body displayed astonishing suppleness and sensitivity. Every gentle touch seemed to send a subtle electric current through him, intoxicating him and making him wish that time could stand still.
This was a complete subversion and confirmation. He had never imagined that one day he would feel such overwhelming tenderness and almost pious satisfaction at a woman's tears and sobs. Her fragility and helplessness precisely reflected his powerful protective and possessive desire to shield her from harm.
Watching her lose herself in his presence, her clear almond-shaped eyes misting over with tears, reflecting only his image, an indescribable sense of complete fulfillment, as if possessing the whole world, filled his heart. This satisfaction far surpassed winning any battle.
He knew clearly that he had completely fallen for her. Not because of their physical intimacy, but because she was Su Jingyu, the one and only person who had entered his heart.
Her body was more beautiful than anyone could imagine. Her skin was radiant, her waist slender and supple, as if it would break at the slightest exertion, yet it also miraculously contained strength... to meet his demands.
What drove him most out of control was her unconscious reaction born of complete trust. Every expression, every soft moan from her made him willingly lose himself in her charms. It brought him something that reached his very soul… and… making him want to remain forever immersed in it, unwilling to wake up.
The night was long and tender. What could not be fully expressed was His Highness the Crown Prince's deep-rooted, profound, and enduring love and tenderness, born from desire.
She didn't know how much time had passed; Su Jingyu's cries had long since faded into a weak whisper. In her hazy consciousness, she felt herself being lifted up, and warm water enveloped her exhausted body. It was Xiao Jingzhan who had personally carried her into the bathtub prepared in the cubicle.
She was exhausted, too weak to even open her eyelids, her body limp like a pool of spring water, and could only let him do as he pleased. Xiao Jingzhan's movements were gentler than ever before, carefully wiping away the marks on her body with a soft towel, and when his gaze fell on the red marks he had left behind... his eyes darkened a little.
Halfway through the washing, Su Jingyu finally couldn't hold on any longer. Her head lolled to the side, and she leaned against his strong arms, falling into a deep sleep.
Xiao Jingzhan gazed at her exquisite sleeping face, tears still clinging to the corners of her eyes, her lips swollen and red, yet exuding a delicate charm that came from being thoroughly loved. An overwhelming surge of tenderness welled up within him, a profound and indescribable sense of fulfillment.
He carefully dried her, patted the moisture from her long hair with a soft cloth, then wrapped her tightly in his robe and carried her back to the bed where the bedding had been changed.
He didn't summon a maid, but personally dressed her in clean nightgown, his movements clumsy yet incredibly focused. Only after doing all this did he lie down beside her and pull her back into his arms.
Su Jingyu let out a soft moan unconsciously in her sleep, nestled in his arms with complete dependence, her cheek pressed against his chest, her breathing gradually becoming even and long.
Xiao Jingzhan lowered his head, gazing at the sleeping face of the person in his arms in the faint moonlight filtering through the window. His fingertips lightly brushed her slightly swollen lips, his eyes filled with an intense and unyielding affection.
That night, he experienced the ultimate pleasure and an unprecedented sense of peace and tranquility. He realized what it felt like to fall asleep in the arms of his beloved.
He placed a soft, feather-like kiss on her smooth forehead and held her even tighter.
"Sleep well, my dear," he murmured softly, as if making the most solemn vow, "From now on, every night, I will hold you like this as we sleep."
The night was deep, and the courtyard of the inn was silent. Only in the main house could the steady breathing of the two people be heard, foreshadowing countless tender nights like this one to come.
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