65: Wedding Night

Wedding Night

*Warning: Suggestive scenes ahead. No explicit R18+ content. Read at your own risk.*0

They ate in companionable silence for the rest of the meal until Shen Yi got up and brought the dirty dishes to the sink. Lu Xinyi followed shortly to throw away the wrappers used on her burgers. Trying her best to keep her blush down, Lu Xinyi stammered a 'thank you' to her husband before turning towards their bedroom.

She sat on the edge of their bed and removed the straps of her shoes before discarding them. Lifting her head, she noticed Shen Yi standing at the doorway. As if in trance, Lu Xinyi stood up and walked towards him, her right hand touching his cheek. Without her shoes, she barely reached his shoulders and had to lift her head to look into his eyes.

Shen Yi stepped forward and closed the door behind him then pressed his wife against it, both hands on each side of her head. The kiss that came after was already expected. Unlike with their previous kisses, this one was demanding. Their hands clutched each other desperately.

The desire was clearly not one-sided as Lu Xinyi found her back slammed against the wall, and yet her legs were brought up to wrap around his waist in desperation.

"Xinyi. I want our wedding night," Shen Yi whispered in between their kisses.

Her nails moved against his neck and scalp as they kissed and kissed. She felt his one hand moved down to her neck, going up and down her chest before settling on her waist. Lu Xinyi shivered hard, not having been touched like that before. Shen Yi's mouth released hers and went along her neck and down her shoulder.

"Shen Yi," Lu Xinyi's breathy voice called out to him.

"This is your last chance to stop me," Shen Yi said, but his hand started to release her from her dress.

"Take me then," Lu Xinyi whispered against his lips. "I want you, too."

One moment, they were kissing at the door, and the next, Lu Xinyi found herself pinned on the bed, under the larger form of her husband, the man she loved. She let out a breath when he discarded his shirt that now lay crumpled on the floor. She sat up and let her fingers lightly trace his chest. Shen Yi closed his eyes and basked in her touch.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked for the last time, his thumb touching her lips.

"Yes," Lu Xinyi whispered.

His hands cupped her face, affection, and desire reflecting on his eyes. His lips returned to hers, the innocent kiss quickly turning into a fiery one. Lu Xinyi gasped as she felt his lips skimmed down on her neck to her collarbone, leaving dark marks on its wake. Her moans passed from her lips as his other hand stroked at her uncovered skin. His fingers stopped at the top of her evening dress to slipping it off of her body.

Shen Yi ran his fingers against her cheek before returning his lips to her, giving her one passionate kiss. Lu Xinyi whimpered beneath him as his hands moved over her body, awakening her senses. His mouth roamed the exposed skin on her shoulder while her hand went to his hair as his kisses trailed down to her stomach and between her thighs.

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It was explosive. It was hot. Lu Xinyi couldn't find the right words in her mind to describe the sensation Shen Yi was giving her. There was a brief pain and discomfort when their bodies merged into one. She hadn't felt extreme pain like that, which almost made her ask her husband to stop. It was searing like fire, tearing her from the inside as if trying to rip her apart.

Shen Yi stilled his movement above her and gave her enough time to adjust. He stroke her fringe back gently, brushing the sides of her cheeks with his nose, kissing her eyelids to make her temporarily forget the pain he instilled to her.

Lu Xinyi waited until the pain vanished. As their bodies were caressed and stroked with every movement, she felt being pushed on the edge. He was consuming her, body and soul. The tension in their body kept on building as his hips moved against hers. She could only cry out his name as the tension reached its end, while he moaned against her neck in the throes of passion.

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