Lin Yun leaned against him, listening to his strong heartbeat, and unconsciously became drowsy. However, not long after, she felt the arms around her waist tighten, and warm lips pressed against the back of her neck again.
"Your Majesty..." she protested groggily, her voice heavy with sleepiness yet tinged with a sweet and charming quality, which only fueled the man's growing agitation.
"Did I grant you permission to sleep?" The man's voice was urgent, but his actions brooked no refusal.
This time he was even fiercer than before, as if he wanted to devour her whole. His hands gripped her tightly, not allowing her the slightest chance to back down. Lin Yun was overwhelmed by this sudden passion and could only passively endure his demands.
"Look at me," he commanded in her ear, his voice hoarse.
Lin Yun opened her eyes and met his deep, dark gaze. A flame she had never seen before burned within them, threatening to engulf her. She suddenly realized that the man holding her was not only her husband, but also the most noble and dangerous man in the world.
Lin Yun bit her lip tightly to keep herself from making a sound, but Yongzheng pinched her chin, forcing her to loosen her teeth, and coaxed her by biting her earlobe, "Baby, let it out."
"Look at me." He wanted her to remember how he looked at that moment.
What treasure? ...Did the emperor say that?
At that moment, all her shyness and restraint vanished, and she finally couldn't help but hug the man and let out soft moans.
The palace maids and eunuchs on night duty retreated outside the hall, while intimate sounds continued to drift from inside, making the maids blush with embarrassment.
Your Majesty! Your Majesty dotes on Consort Yun so much!
Yongzheng gazed at the woman in his arms, her eyes glazed, her cherry lips slightly parted, her voice seductive, arousing the man's restless desire and making him even more vigorous, causing the bed curtains to shake violently...
The man's deep breathing only fueled Lin Yun's desire, and she held him tighter, wanting more... At this moment, Yongzheng finally couldn't resist...
Afterwards, Yongzheng personally helped her wash up, then held her in his arms, gently stroking her long hair.
Lin Yun was exhausted, yet inexplicably lucid, listening to the occasional chirping of insects outside the window and the distant sound of drums from the palace walls.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked suddenly, his fingers twirling a strand of her hair.
Lin Yun hesitated for a moment, but still answered honestly, "I was thinking about lip rouge. The ratio of vermilion in the maple-red color..."
Yongzheng chuckled softly, the vibration of his chest sending shivers down her back: "Thinking about those things at a time like this?" He lightly bit her earlobe as a form of punishment. "Looks like I haven't tried hard enough."
Yongzheng flipped her over and pinned her down, a dangerous glint in his eyes.
"Remember," he breathed in her ear, "on my bed, you can only think of me." Beads of sweat rolled down the man's body, and his undergarment was wide open, showing no trace of the iron-fisted emperor he had been during the day.
Lin Yun was speechless and could only tightly grip the brocade quilt beneath her, letting him do as he pleased.
When it was all over, she was drenched in sweat and even her fingertips were too weak.
After wiping her clean, Yongzheng turned to the side and pulled her into his arms, then covered them both with a brocade quilt.
Lin Yun was feeling drowsy when she felt his lips gently touch her forehead: "Sleep."
That night, the candles in the Hall of Mental Cultivation burned until dawn.
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