Crimson Gold: Rebirths and Redemption

Chapter 5 (M)

In the aftermath of their shared revelations and tentative steps toward reconciliation, Xunmi's life began to reflect the blissful marriage she had envisioned. Interactions, though still somewhat stiff, carried a newfound warmth, resembling a friendship on the cusp of blossoming into something more. The air between them still retained a sense of politeness, yet there were little touches and stolen glances, baby steps toward a deeper connection.

A month after that pivotal incident, Jiang Weimin arrived home late one night, he had informed her that he will be coming home late due to a work even at the minister residence so she should not need to wait for him as there are chances that he will return at dawn.

He woke her up with the fragrance of alcohol that lingered on his clothes, but there was a newfound personality in his demeanor, something she never seen before. His hand starts to grab the lapel of her night gown, lips fluttering on her neck, kissing and sucking. It should've her feel embarrassed, but she's far too busy shuddering and moaning to feel shy of her nudity. it feels odd, but good, like an itch that but more than that.

"I've wanted to do this for a long time", he grunted, "You always look so sweet".

"Me too, I always wanted you to do this", she feels her body and her brain melting, a loss of her eloquence, so she just kissed him, his lips tasting of sweet wine, she wonder if she is drunk too.

She fumbles in the darkness and her fingers find his chest, strong and bulky. She buries her hands there as his hands leaves her shoulder, moving down to caress the side of her chest and then her waist all while he barely gives her a moment to breathe, sucking on her bottom lip like he is a starving man at a feast.

She moves her hands from his chest to his hair, gently tugging as he kissed he back, tongue seeking for permission and she opens her mouth for him. His tongue swipes across her bottom lip before sliding inside, stroking against her own. Sweet and then hungry as she responds, caught up in lust and heat and want, grips his hair more firmly, pulls him closer.

She has never been kissed this way, all consuming and avaricious

He kisses her like he's starving, like he can't get enough of her, tongue licking into her mouth, deep groans from the back of his throat, her moans in harmony with his. His lips move away from hers, just to have his teeth scraping the sensitive flesh of her breast, sucking her t**s and licking them like a hungry men, presented a feast, Xunmi keens and arches up, pressing her t**s more firmly against his mouth.

He trails his hands all over her body, with reverence and wonder that makes her feels like a goddess, His hand ghosts up her front to squeeze her breast and she moans in his mouth, her chest tiny and red as her face, then her stomach and as his hands finally goes lower, she can't help but shrieks so loudly that she's sure the whole household knows what's going on. He laughs at her reaction, loud and breathy, something she never heard before, fingers caressing their way up her inner thigh, brushing against her pubic hair and finally spread her open with a delicate touch.

"I don't know how I could've denied myself this for so long"

he takes his own clothes off, and Xunmi tenses at the sight before her, rippling muscles and tanned skin but as her eyes go lowers, she widened.

"Too big," she whispers, "I don't think it'll fit"

He only laughs, "we'll make it fit, I'll help you"

Proving his point, he runs his finger over her c**t, pressing down on it and making her twitch. This is a hard angle to give her the attention that he wants, after that he begins to stroke her, gathering her wetness on his fingers.

He rubs her c**t a few times, drawing a few whimpers from her before his index finger finds her entrance. He watches her as he slowly presses his index finger inside her, eyes on her like a hawk and she is his prey.

When his middle finger joins his index one, her breath catches as she feels a sting. "W-Wait."

"It's going to be alright," He continue to pushes into her until her hand turns white as she grips her sheets, she can feel tears forming, yet as Xunmi looks down her body at where her cunt greedily took his fingers and she swears she feels her cunt grow wetter as she stares.

He begins pumping his fingers, thrusting them in and out of her faster. Her eyes flutter closed, back pressed to the bed and hand tightening around his wrist, as she moans "Oh-Oh!"

It doesn't take her long. With each stroke of his fingers, her panting grows heavier and a scandalous squelching fills the room room. He thumbs her c**t again, increasing the speed of his fingers.

"Oh! its feels weird! Its feels different!"

"Do you like it my little wife?", he asks, growling to her ears.

"I do! I do!", she screams, throwing her head, back arching and eyes wild.

He curls his fingers with each stroke, brushing against her most tender part. Her lips part and she mewls beneath him, knuckles white around his wrist, "Ah! Ahhh!"

Her skin all flushed and face shiny with tears and sweat, eyes glassy and lips red from being kissed, black ink of her long straight hair, fanning their bed "My little wife is so pretty, so so pretty", he grunted.

Her moans become more high pitched until she clenches around him. He doesn't slow down as she comes. He presses his thumb down on her c**t instead, drawing a scream from her as she jerks beneath him.

He slows his fingers as she pulses around him, but keeps his fingers inside her and cups her cunt with the rest of his hand, avoiding contact with her c**t. Then he drops to his forearm, letting his body act as a comforting weight on top of her as he kisses her tear-streaked cheeks.

"You always look so pretty, you know. It makes me want to ruin you, I'm glad that I finally can", Xunmi still groggy and blanked out from pleasure, didn't hear what he says and didn't notice when he starts to move back and line his c**k against her slit.

Without warning, He entered her, thick and bold, and Xunmi threw her head back, startled awake. It hurt, she knew it would hurt but she still somehow hoped that it wouldn't. She gasped as suddenly it was too much too soon. He didn't seem to mind her protests for he slid in deeper.

"Weimin-", she's far too small and he was far too rough.

Xunmi scrambled to push back his shoulders trying desperately to carve some space for herself, but he was unmovable against her.

"W–wait–" She pleaded.

He took her hands from his chest and pinned them to the cushions. "Shh, be good."

She just needed a moment to adjust. He afforded her no such thing.

He began moving and Xunmi could do nothing but bear it. At his third thrust the pain had subsided, at the fourth her legs began to tremble again. Then, he started palming and pinching at her n****e hard enough to draw a startled gasp from the girl.

She ordered her body to relax, focusing on letting her limbs calm against him. She had to be good at this, she is his wife, she can't be bad, less he wouldn't do it again with her and her marriage will go as before.

Suddenly, he was grabbing the back of her knees, pushing them up, to rest by her ears, the movement stinging the back of her legs with the stretch. He didn't let her adjust to the much deeper fit, he drove his hips in not caring for her yelp.

He became relentless, moving at a pace she didn't know anyone could match. He drove her into the cushions until she was sure she had permanently moulded the shape of her back into the space.

The sounds were unholy, it had her praying he was too lost in his own movements to notice the sharp squelch of her wetness against him. The vulgar sound made worse by the silence of the room. She should be ashamed, but Xunmi only felt herself grow wetter.

A particular hard thrust had her gasping, tears lining her eyes. She hiccuped and he didn't stop, pushing further and further until Xunmi wondered if her body would break.

He bit at her earlobe. "You 're so tight, such a good little wife. Look how well you take my cock."

At his words she felt that spark again. The heat returned to that place in her navel.

His movements became more abrupt, his eyes clouded as his hips started to lose his rhythm. She didn't have time to ponder his dwindling composure, before she could tell she was tittering at the edge, she had already fallen beyond it.

Xunmi came hard, holding on to his shoulders as she did, grasping at him with such strength she wondered if she'd be punished for it. Her hips took on a staggering moment of their own as she fell from her height, her vision fracturing in her pleasure.

"Please," she whimpers, gripping on to him, pulling him closer so she can kiss him, "don't stop, please don't stop."

She cannot think of anything else but how much she loves him and how right this feels.

He was rough, like an animal in heat leaving her fatigue and sore the next morning, biting and grabbing until he left marks all over her body, but now finally, he was hers.

The morning after, there were finally red on her bedding, seeing her marked body, he turned red and apologised for his actions but she smiled and kissed him in response, short and sweet and he kissed her back with everything she's worth.

He fulfilled his duties many night after as her husband, and soon after, Xunmi discovered that she was pregnant. The news brought them even closer, the anticipation of impending parenthood weaving an unspoken bond between them.

As the days unfolded, so did the promise of a new chapter in their lives. Weimin, with a newfound sense of responsibility, stood by Xunmi's side as they navigated the joys and challenges of impending parenthood. The mansion echoed with laughter and the tender moments of preparation for the little one's arrival. He was softer and more caring, picking food taht he thinks will be nutritious and fuss when she move to much.

Yet, beneath the surface, a lingering shadow of the past and the haunting presence of Bai Yuelian loomed, casting a faint unease over the happiness they were building. Little did they know that fate, like a capricious artist, was ready to unveil both the vibrant hues and unforeseen shades in the canvas of their intertwined destinies.