Chapter 1187: Chapter 1187: She Belongs to Him
He laughed lightly and his large palm caressed her buttocks, wandered along her thigh, and flipped her over once more.
The woman had already melted into a puddle.
She breathed rapidly, her hands tightly gripping the sheets, her wet eyes looking at him, dazed and bewildered.
Pei Yuanchen felt that just being watched by her brought forth an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
This woman belonged to him.
Her eyes held only him.
No matter if he might regret it later, at this moment, he couldn’t hold back anymore.
Pei Yuanchen raised his hand and slowly undid his clothes.
Then he leaned over her again, letting her soft and slippery body soothe the heat of his skin.
Ziyi suddenly let out a soft cry, blushing as she said, "Uncle Xiaobao, I felt it..."
"Felt what?" he asked in a husky voice, lifting her buttocks, pressing his forehead against hers, intertwining their breaths.
"Your buddy..." She smiled sweetly, reached out to hug his neck, and obediently parted her legs.
Pei Yuanchen hadn’t expected her to be so cooperative, unable to hold back a laugh.
"Are you scared?" He bit her earlobe and asked in a husky voice.
"Yes." She nodded with a scared expression, "Go slower..."
"Okay." He laughed hoarsely and thrust down hard—
Ziyi’s eyes widened, gasping sharply!
"Uncle Xiaobao, Uncle Xiaobao..." She called him softly, her voice tender and slightly husky, as if scared, yet desirous.
Pei Yuanchen’s breath was rapid, words failing him completely.
His mind was blank, all rationality and senses thoroughly enveloped by her, as if Heaven itself was no better.
"Uncle Xiaobao, Pei Yuanchen..." She called him in a husky, tearful voice, her hands tightly pressing into his shoulders, her delicate face filled with panic and helplessness.
The man looked at her deeply, without immediate action.
Long, long ago he had fantasized about this moment, imagining her beneath him, begging for mercy.
At this moment, she was indeed panicked and helpless, yet she did not beg for mercy, even as her lips trembled, eyes filled with moist warmth.
This foolish woman.
Suddenly Pei Yuanchen felt a surge of incredibly complex and turbulent emotions rise up, completely filling the emptiness in his heart.
From physical to psychological, he’d never experienced such satisfaction.
He laughed hoarsely, capturing her lips.
"Ziyi, don’t be afraid." The man said lowly, completely possessing her—
...
When Ziyi awakened, everything was pitch black.
The sky hadn’t yet brightened, but hunger had rendered her unable to sleep.
Yesterday... it seemed she hadn’t had dinner.
As awareness returned, she realized she was held entirely in the man’s embrace, her back closely against his burning chest.
His hand still rested on her waist, his even breath carried a gentle stream past the nape of her neck.
Ziyi’s cheeks suddenly grew hot, involuntarily curling her lips slightly.
Now Uncle Xiaobao was her man. Let’s see if he dared deny it!
She moved lightly, a wave of sharp pain hit, causing her to inhale sharply, with tears swelling in her eyes.
So painful...
So painful, so painful, so painful!
Her body felt as if it had been disassembled and reassembled, pain so intense she dared not move at all.
The man behind her suddenly moved lightly, wrapped his arm around her waist, and held her as he turned over.
