Mingshen panted hard. He saw the glow of sex and satisfaction lighting up Jia like a Christmas tree. Her face was slightly moist as she sucked in several deep breaths, yet her grip over his shoulders had remained as tight as ever.
Though he wished he could gawk at that fantastic miracle that Song Jia, alas, he couldn’t - being more occupied with crossing his own threshold of ecstasy. He could barely hold onto his sanity anymore with each thrust short circuiting the lights of his own brain. His heart beats rose up to such a rapid rate that he thought he would collapse from a heart attack. The heat flexing through his muscles soared unbearable, throwing his own body temperature far off the tangent.
Sex was an amazing feeling.
Mingshen had the general gist of relationships. His own happy parents were a great example - a troubleso example to be exact. All this ti, he could see the appeal of physical pleasure. It was like a drug making one fly high. The intoxication it left behind couldn’t be expressed in any other way. The hormones running havoc in your system turned one’s body into the most beautiful ss.
The only problem was Mingshen could never relate to it.
He knew sex as a physical act. He knew the process. He knew the outco. But what did it an to achieve for the two people involved? He didn’t know - that was until now. That was until the woman who threatened to take his life with a glass shard once upon a ti was now locked in his arms naked and flushed and vulnerable. So was he wrapped around her arms. Naked. Flushed. Vulnerable. Yet the only feeling scouring through their veins was the feeling of wanting more.
They were tired, but they wanted more. They could hardly breathe, yet they still wanted to be left more breathless. They had reached their peak, yet it was as if they could start it all over again.
That was how he felt as he looked at her. His chest heaved as though he had run an uphill marathon, yet strangely enough, fatigue was the last sensation going through his mind. It was as if he was floating in the sky, all light and soft like a bubble. As if the tension had dissipated from his tense shoulders with the pleasure of his climax taking its place. In every pulse. In every beat.
They remained softly gasping like that for soti, simply peering into each other’s eyes. These monts, the silence felt odd. They had a lot to say, but at the sa ti, they didn’t.
"...You are a ss," Mingshen didn’t know how to otherwise fill the silence.
Jia blinked once. The after effects of her peak were beginning to settle down. "And you look so prim and proper, don’t you?"
"I was always a prim and proper man. You are the one who did this to ," it almost sounded like a complaint, making her brow twitch.
Prim and proper...
"Mingshen, at least feel a little afraid before spouting such lies..."
He smiled, the back of his index finger tracing along her cheek. "Why would I fear? Won’t my Spicy cop protect ?"
"I cannot protect delusional people."
"This delusional devil won the challenge by the way."
Her eyes widened. "Excuse ? Who said that?"
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"Hah! As if you were keeping the count," she scoffed. "You definitely didn’t win. You definitely forgot to even count at one point."
He pouted. "I elicited more moans and reactions from you. Don’t worry, Spicy. You will definitely improve over ti~"
She smiled with a dangerous glint. "Really now? You can barely keep sitting on top of with how your knees are trembling. What is exactly making them quiver, I wonder?"
His brow twitched and he forced his knees to rest stationary. Jia only rolled her eyes.
"Even if you won the challenge, what of it? We hadn’t actually decided what the winner would do now that I think about it."
"We will decide now. I already know what I want."
He flipped over to her side and pulled her over to his chest. Her soft breasts pouncing upon it was a delightful treat.
"Shower sex next."
"..."
"...Does your mind only waltz in that direction?"
"Is that a problem?" he blinked innocently.
Ugh...
"Do not worry, Spicy. We will have a good night’s sleep while you rest and recover, all ready for round two tomorrow morning - during the shower just to be clear."
She sneered lightly. "Is it really who needs to rest and recover or a certain devil to be exact?"
He stared down at her. "You are asking the wrong question, my dear. You still have the ti to take it back."
She shrugged.
"Are you...questioning my stamina?"
She pointed at his chest. "Is that what I see it is? Oh! I get it now. The devil is still catching his breath. My bad. Sincere apologies. You will need a full night’s sleep to recover. I can wait. I am a very understanding person."
Mingshen chuckled through his violently twitching lips. A vein popped on his temple simultaneously.
"I wonder if your provoking words counts under courage or suicide?"
Her brow arched. "You sure you can make feel the latter?"
So Mingshen flipped back on top of her, an urge to enter her right away raging through his blood, but he held it in. A distinct flash of hunt passed across his eyes. His prey was already caught, all neatly tucked under him. The question was how to enjoy this delicacy. He tilted his head, giving it so thought.
Then without a warning, turned her over, her back facing him. His chin rested upon her shoulder as his chest pressed upon her back, and she already felt a tickle bubble in her belly.
Is he...planning it from the back...? Jia felt a foreboding.
His warm breath nudged the tip of her ear. "Dying in the devil’s arms doesn’t seem to be a bad idea, after all. Shall we?"
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