The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 298 He can’t get enough of his woman

Chapter 298: 298 He can’t get enough of his woman

Yelu Yan gazed upon Li Xianyun’s delicate, beautiful sleeping face, bending over to cradle her in his arms. Her three thousand strands of hair fell across his sturdy arms, making her look even more peacefully beautiful.

Li Xianyun was stirred by the movement, knitting her brows together while still keeping her eyes closed, she murmured softly, "My husband..."

Upon hearing this, Yelu Yan hummed in response, the smile at the corner of his mouth deepening. He turned his head and gently pressed it against hers, saying, "Go back to sleep, I’ll stay with you."

"...Mmm."

Yelu Yan carried Li Xianyun towards the bed.

Arriving at the bed, Yelu Yan gently placed Li Xianyun down, took off his shoes, and lay beside her.

As soon as he lay down, Li Xianyun snuggled up to him, pressing close with her eyes shut. Her long lashes fluttered slightly as she spoke softly, "Hold me."

She was already so well-behaved, and even more so in her sleep.

Li Xianyun knew how to act spoiled; when she did, she was both sweet and charming. A glance, a soft murmur, the act of embracing him—all these warmed Yelu Yan’s heart and brought him joy. He would have given her his life if she had asked for it.

Yelu Yan chuckled lowly, pulling her into his arms, as one hand gently combed the hair from her forehead. He leaned in closer to look at her, his woman, whom he could never tire of watching, whom he deeply adored.

No matter how exhausting his day had been, or how disgusted he was with the intrigue and scheming, all it took was one look at Li Xianyun to make all those bad feelings vanish.

Yelu Yan kissed her cheek softly and nestled his chin gently upon her head, contentedly closing his eyes.

The next morning, Li Xianyun woke up hot in the fiery embrace of Yelu Yan.

Yelu Yan had a powerful warmth about him, always emitting a coziness, especially when lusting, he was unbearably hot to the touch.

Li Xianyun slowly opened her eyes and saw Yelu Yan’s handsome face looking down at her with a smile, his eyes dark and deep.

Yelu Yan smiled at her, saying, "I’ve already bathed."

The implication couldn’t have been clearer.

Li Xianyun pretended not to understand, keeping her eyes closed, and laughingly said, "My husband, I’m so sleepy."

Yelu Yan flipped her over beneath him, kissing her cheek, and chuckled, "Let’s finish our business, then you can sleep."

Li Xianyun’s clothes for sleeping were loose, and they were easily tousled by Yelu Yan’s actions, revealing much to the eye.

Yelu Yan kept kissing her.

"Mmm..."

Li Xianyun arched her swan-like neck, giving a soft "mmm" sound.

In the heat of passion, Li Xianyun’s finely shaped brows furrowed, unable to stop emitting delicate, helpless sounds that grew closer with each sound, and even included a sobbing tone.

Yelu Yan was not a man; he was a beast in gentleman’s clothing, tormenting her in every conceivable way.

Li Xianyun raised her little hand to cover his eyes, dark as deep pools, but Yelu Yan dodged, saying, "I want to watch."

He wanted to see her lose control in her passion.

Yelu Yan’s gaze was scorching, becoming more and more unrestrained.

Li Xianyun turned her head away, unable to stop herself from letting out a series of shocked gasps.

Hearing such sounds coming from her own mouth made Li Xianyun feel shy and overwhelmed. One hand helplessly clutched Yelu Yan’s sturdy arm, while her other hand was placed at her mouth, biting into her finger.

Yelu Yan bent down to remove her little hand, at the same time lowering his head to kiss her softly reddened lips.

Li Xianyun, with her lips blocked by Yelu Yan, could only make whimpering sounds.

After what felt like an eternity, Yelu Yan withdrew abruptly following a mad rush of passion.

Li Xianyun collapsed on the bed, too tired to even want to move a finger.

It was as if she had been through a battle, completely worn out to exhaustion.

And yet, he seemed to have drawn strength from it, appearing even more refreshed and invigorated.

When Li Xianyun was a child, she had heard of a kind of demon that sucked the yang energy from humans; the victim would always be listless, while the demon drew much vitality from them.

Yelu Yan was like that exhausting demon, having thoroughly drained her.

Li Xianyun covered herself with a soft blanket and looked up at the bed canopy.

Yelu Yan was indeed full of vigor, always bullying her when they were alone, regardless of day or night, as if he never knew fatigue.