Tainted Love

Chapter 7: Gentle Desire

Chapter Seven: Gentle Passion

Chu Lingfeng's deep kiss was unexpectedly long and tender, as though he was kissing his most beloved. The kiss lasted for a full half hour. When he finally let go, Mu Xueran's face was pale from a lack of oxygen.

With his strong arms, he suddenly held up her legs, his cool tongue licking her burning earlobe as he exhaled hot breaths near her ear.

Mu Xueran instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, her long legs coiling around his waist, while his face nestled deeply between her chest, creating an extremely intimate posture.

She suddenly felt her face flush red with embarrassment.

“Take off your clothes,” he said in a husky, almost threatening tone, letting go and placing her on the soft bed.

Fine...

Clenching her teeth, she removed her nightgown. Her smooth, delicate body was fully exposed to him. Was this enough?

“Good. Now, take mine off too.” Narrowing his long eyes, his gaze briefly lingered on the wounds on her chest and throat. His expression grew slightly complex.

Fine... She complied, pushing aside her remaining dignity. With trembling hands, she awkwardly undid his shirt, her delicate fingers grazing over his warm skin. She shut her eyes tightly as she unfastened his belt, suddenly brushing against a firm, large object.

Ah! What is this?

Startled, she opened her eyes wide. The sight of that thing sent her into shock. Her face turned red from her neck to the top of her head as if she had seen a ghost.

Damn... Just because it was more imposing than usual, did she have to scream like this? How unsophisticated, he thought to himself, already pressing her down onto the bed and entering her without hesitation.

True to his promise, he was gentler this time. However, the dry pain was still unbearable for her, and eventually, she fainted under his weight.

He paused, shifting to hold her from behind, gently stroking her smooth skin.

“Xinru, I miss you so much. It's been 113 days since we last met. Don’t you miss me?” His expression grew melancholic, his cold lips softly kissing Mu Xueran’s back.

From behind, her figure resembled hers so much—petite stature, slender frame, even the length and shade of her hair were identical.

“Don’t worry. Wherever Mu Tian runs, I’ll find him and avenge you. The one who caused your death will face hell to atone for his sins,” he vowed. His eyes darkened with deep sorrow as his gentle hand continued to roam her body. Then, from behind, he once again consummated his union with her, this time with infinite tenderness.

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