The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 523 - 522 You have no idea how much your husband loves you (first update)

Chapter 523: 522 You have no idea how much your husband loves you (first update)

Yelu Yan tucked the blanket around Li Xianyun, looking down at her from above with a gentle voice like water, "Are you cold?"

With her little face flushed red, Li Xianyun obediently shook her head, yet her beautiful eyes dared not meet his gaze.

Such a pitiful and delicate appearance inevitably evoked sinful thoughts.

Yelu Yan straightened up, kicked off his wooden clogs, pulled down the bed curtain, and kneeled on the bed. In just a few moments, he had removed his own clothes, gently lifted the quilt, and slid in, wrapping his arms around Li Xianyun and pressing her beneath him, his body smooth and soft.

The man’s chest was as hard as iron, while the woman’s chest was soft and tender, and they pressed tightly together, changing shape.

Li Xianyun felt him, burning hot, imbued with vigorous strength.

Awaiting a cataclysmic release, sudden and clearing.

Li Xianyun’s long lashes fluttered lightly, her eyes brimming with indescribable charm and tenderness.

It made Yelu Yan wish he could die on top of her.

Seeing Li Xianyun’s face flushed red, her gaze dodging and not daring to look at him, Yelu Yan raised his hand and gently pinched her chin, forcing her to look straight at him.

Li Xianyun had no choice but to gaze into Yelu Yan’s burning eyes, where it seemed a fierce flame raged, threatening to consume her entirely.

Yelu Yan stared unwaveringly at her, like a giant beast eying its prey, and hoarsely asked, "Xianxian, have you missed your husband these past days?"

Li Xianyun softly hummed an affirmative, her voice quiet as a mosquito, yet it reached his ears, unlocking the mystical gates of his body.

Yelu Yan lovingly stroked her hair, caressed her little face, and passionately said, "Your husband has missed you too, not a moment went by without thinking of you."

He said this as he gently kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose, her cheeks, her lips, and her chin, treating her with the kind of care reserved for the most precious of treasures.

With her eyes closed, Li Xianyun soaked in his tenderness, her heart thumping like a drum, her blood slowly igniting and boiling.

Yelu Yan, who had spent years in the military camp, was a rough and rugged man, yet his touch was so light, so gentle, as if he was drawing her into a current brimming with deep affection, tempting her to indulge and willingly sink deeper.

Yelu Yan peppered kisses all over Li Xianyun’s fair, blushing face, then slightly lifted his head.

The two of them were merely inches apart, their breaths mingling.

Yelu Yan spoke with deep affection, "Xianxian, you have no idea how much your husband loves you."

Yelu Yan was a man of action, always doing as he pleased, never holding himself back when he wanted something.

Yet, he seldom spoke of it.

It was even rarer for him to talk of love and affection.

Now, Yelu Yan seemed like a different person, speaking the most blatant and cheesy of lines with an incredibly sincere tone.

Such cheesy words would have been unthinkable for the former Yelu Yan to say, but now he felt they were still not direct or clear enough.

"My lord..." Li Xianyun called out sweetly.

Her eyes twinkled, wanting to say she loved him too.

But such words were too cheesy, and they stuck in her throat, unable to come out.

Yelu Yan, who always knew she was shy, understood it was normal for her not to say such cheesy things; he wasn’t good at it either, but right now, there was no other sentence that could better express the feelings in his heart.

Yelu Yan first looked into her lively, autumn water-like eyes, then at her delicate, rosy lips. Slowly moving closer, he opened his mouth and kissed her lips, savouring them slowly like candy, then gradually intensifying the pressure, deepening the kiss, rolling over her lips.

Li Xianyun wrapped her delicate, fair arms around Yelu Yan’s neck, parted her lips to let him in, and learned from him, responding in kind, entangling passionately.

She couldn’t perform very bold actions, but Yelu Yan could,

Even his kisses were full of variety, beckoning hers out, enveloping them.

Li Xianyun softly moaned, surrendering to his increasing boldness.

Not until both were breathless did Yelu Yan slightly lift his head and slowly savour her, allowing her to draw enough breath, then diving in for another deep kiss.

They kissed deeply, shallowly, without weariness, without satiation...

Until Li Xianyun’s lips felt hot, and there was a swollen sensation.

Yelu Yan did not know how many times he swallowed, truly as if he wanted to devour her.

After a long period of kissing and caressing, Yelu Yan finally released her lips and moved to the base of her ear, biting her soft earlobe.

The hot breath was all pouring onto her ear and cheek.

Li Xianyun felt as if half of her body was no longer her own, like a fish placed on a chopping board, entirely at someone else’s mercy.

She drew her neck back helplessly and called out, "...Husband."

But her voice was already so breathless and broken.

Yelu Yan "hmmed" in response, but continued to do things his way, even extending his tongue tip.

The hairs on Li Xianyun’s body stood up, and goosebumps appeared.

This man spared no effort in his wantonness.

Li Xianyun grabbed his firm arm, the muscles bulging outward, hard as iron, exuding a raw tension that intimidated the faint of heart.

Unable to bear it, Li Xianyun began to squirm, and Yelu Yan’s hand covered her chest, slowly kissing her slender, tender white neck.

"Husband," Li Xianyun seized his wandering hand, and without the barrier of clothing, that hand roamed unimpeded.

Yelu Yan was very attentive to her reactions, responding to every call, understanding her body better than she did.

He lingered on Li Xianyun’s collarbone, then slowly buried himself into her neckline, pressing his head against her chest.

Li Xianyun half-closed her eyes, suddenly furrowing her brows lightly, gently biting her already flushed and unshapely lips, and slowly tilted her head back.

All her senses were focused on Yelu Yan’s mouth and hands, her legs involuntarily bending.

Yelu Yan’s hand wandered down, covered her, and whispered a vulgar phrase by her ear with a smile.

Before Li Xianyun could feel embarrassed, his rough hand was already...

Initially gentle, Yelu Yan gradually became less courteous as Li Xianyun resisted more and more.

Li Xianyun’s eyes reddened, filled with tears, unable to stop the low moans.

Pushing him away, dodging him, calling out to him, but to no avail until she went limp like water, blossoming freely.

Completely undone.

After letting her catch her breath a little, Yelu Yan started all over again.

Only when Li Xianyun pleaded desperately did he emerge from beneath the covers, kissing her lips, his voice muffled, "Xianxian, do you want it?"

Li Xianyun let him kiss her; this man was bad. He had roused her desire only to back down now.

A game of cat and mouse.

"I don’t," she said.

After all, she wasn’t the only one suffering. Wasn’t someone else even more tormented?

Yelu Yan, still kissing her, eyes filled with amusement said, "You don’t have a say in this."

With that, he kissed her deeply.

It had been so long since they had done that, both sighed lightly with pleasure.

Yelu Yan gently stroked her hair, kissed her lips, soothing her little by little. Only when Li Xianyun was completely adjusted did he begin to act more boldly.

The bed shook like an injured beast, the bed curtains swayed violently. Through the gaps of the curtains, one could see the silhouettes inside, accompanied by the man’s deep voice and the woman’s deliberately suppressed moaning.