An Sheng contentedly took A Mei's trembling little lips into his mouth, his large hands moving with a restrained, yet rougher touch than before.
A Mei's entire body melted into a puddle under An Sheng's kisses and caresses. With her remaining sliver of consciousness, she clung tightly to An Sheng's neck, terrified of slipping beneath the water.
Taking advantage of a brief pause for breath, An Sheng coaxed her in a hoarse voice, Be good, stick your tongue out a little more.
A Mei listened in a dizzy haze. Trembling, she yielded to her husband's demand and tentatively poked out the tip of her soft, pink tongue.
The very next moment, her tongue was drawn deep into An Sheng's mouth. A Mei whimpered, entirely robbed of speech. It was a fierce kiss, one filled with possession, control, and even a hint of brutality, that nearly stole away every last breath in her lungs.
A Mei was kissed so relentlessly by An Sheng that involuntary tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. At long last, An Sheng finally released her red and swollen little mouth, pressing gentle, soothing kisses to the corners of her eyes.
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A Mei felt like a pitiful little fish plucked out of the water. Under An Sheng's dominance, she drowned time and time again in a nearly suffocating tide of passion.
Finally, A Mei cried out delicately, Husband... A Mei... can't take it anymore.
But she was ruthlessly denied by An Sheng, It is not enough!
It wasn't that A Mei hadn't had enough; it was that he hadn't had enough!
A Mei was indeed feeling pleasure, but no matter how good it felt, there was a limit. Pushed past that breaking point, A Mei felt as though she would truly be driven mad by her husband. She looked at him in disbelief, her wet eyes brimming with pity and accusation.
No more... A Mei is so tired.
Be good, just a little while longer, An Sheng's voice was raspy, his throat thick with greedy and burning desire as he slowly attempted an even deeper plunder, seeking a release that belonged solely to him.
Husband is lying... I won't... Wu wu...
An Sheng swallowed the rest of her words directly with his mouth.
Unlike their usual encounters, being in the hot spring pool rather than a bed was incredibly draining on her stamina. A Mei used the last of her strength to coquettishly beg An Sheng to take her back to their room, but he turned a deaf ear, continuing to have his way with her...
The guards and maids in the villa found the situation quite strange. Rumor had it that Eunuch An was temperamental and notoriously difficult to please. Everyone had been sternly warned to be on their highest guard, all for the sake of serving this great Buddha well.
Yet, since Eunuch An had arrived with his wife two days ago, everyone had only seen him smiling all day long. He was approachable and treated people with mild manners. He was, in fact, an incredibly easy master to serve. Eventually, everyone unanimously concluded that those rumors could not be blindly trusted.
It was just that Madam An, aside from making a brief appearance on the first day, had stayed sequestered in her room all day today without stepping out. Everyone found it a bit odd, but no one dared to pry or ask too many questions.
An Sheng had gone out to handle some official business and hurried back. As soon as he entered the room, he saw A Mei, who was resting on the bed, turn her head at the sound of his arrival.
Their eyes met. Looking into those slightly trembling, crystal-clear eyes, An Sheng felt his heart turn as soft as water in an instant, melting completely.
Seeing that her husband had returned, A Mei pursed her lips. Two blooms of red dusted her cheeks as she somewhat awkwardly averted her gaze.
An Sheng naturally walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, asking in a low, gentle tone, Is your body still feeling unwell?
The moment those words left his lips, A Mei uncontrollably recalled how she had woken up that morning feeling completely sore and weak, her entire body covered in a mottled array of marks. Overcome with a mixture of shame and indignation, she simply rolled over, turning her head inward and presenting her back to An Sheng.
An Sheng naturally wasn't upset. He leaned in close to A Mei's ear and coaxed, My good A Mei, what is wrong? Are you still angry with me?
The distinct scent of her husband brushed against her ear, causing A Mei's body to give an uncontrollable little shiver. Whenever her mind drifted to the things her husband had done to her in the hot spring yesterday, and in broad daylight, no less, in the water, until she had eventually fainted! The belated realization left her drowning in an unbearable wave of shyness and bashfulness just thinking about it.
An Sheng absolutely adored this bashful side of A Mei.
He simply lay down on his side, stretched out an arm, and gathered her into his embrace, allowing A Mei to keep her back to him.
After a long moment, A Mei's delicate, sweet voice drifted over softly.
Husband is too mean, you only know how to bully A Mei.
An Sheng curled his lips into a smile, his warm breath fanning over the top of A Mei's head, How did I bully you?
A Mei fell silent.
An Sheng deliberately teased her, Who was it that said before they would only let me bully them? Do you still remember?
The slender body in his arms stiffened. Then, An Sheng heard A Mei's muffled reply, her voice pitifully small.
It was A Mei.
An Sheng's eyes grew so tender they looked as though they might drip water. He sighed softly, Then are you still going to be angry and ignore me?
The room fell into a brief silence. Suddenly, there was a rustling of fabric as A Mei turned around within An Sheng's embrace.
A Mei's innocent, wide eyes stared at An Sheng with a mix of shyness and timidity. She stammered, trying to explain, A Mei didn't... ignore Husband, and... and I am not angry at Husband. When Husband was like that, A Mei really, really... A Mei wanted to say she couldn't handle it, but the words refused to leave her lips. Finally, she just buried her face deep into her husband's chest and murmured softly, Anyway, it was just really embarrassing.
An Sheng felt his own heart melt into a puddle of water at her words. He held A Mei tightly, remaining silent for a long time.
A Mei stayed nestled in An Sheng's arms for a while before shifting under the covers. She poked her head out to look at An Sheng and called out softly,
Husband.
An Sheng gave a low hum of acknowledgment.
Then...? A Mei began hesitantly.
An Sheng looked down at A Mei, watching her moist lips part and close.
Then did Husband feel good?
An Sheng naturally understood what A Mei meant, and precisely because he understood, he fell silent for a second. He knew A Mei's bashful nature better than anyone, so for her to ask such a question, even he was taken aback for a fleeting moment.
He slowly exhaled a breath of scorching air.
I felt very good.
An Sheng placed a heavy emphasis on the word very.
