The air in the chamber was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, the sheets beneath them damp and tangled. Lin Xuan's breath was still uneven, his chest rising and falling with the aftershocks of pleasure, but his cock—thick, heavy, and already stirring again—pressed against Qing'er's hip as she lay sprawled across him. His fingers traced lazy circles over the curve of her ass, his touch possessive, like he was memorizing every inch of her. She shivered, her skin hypersensitive, her pussy still throbbing from the way he'd stretched her, filled her, ruined her.
"Still so tight," he murmured, his voice rough, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. "Even after I've fucked you raw." His other hand slid between her thighs, two fingers slipping easily into her slick heat. Qing'er gasped, her back arching, her nails digging into the corded muscle of his forearm. She was sore, deliciously aching, but the moment he touched her, her body betrayed her, clenching around his fingers like she was starved for more.
Lin Xuan chuckled darkly, his cock twitching against her thigh. "Greedy little thing." He withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth, licking them clean with slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue. "Get on your hands and knees."
The command sent a jolt through her, her pulse spiking. She obeyed without hesitation, shifting onto all fours, her ass presented to him, her back dipping just right. The position made her feel exposed, vulnerable—his. She heard the rustle of sheets, the shift of his weight as he knelt behind her, his hands gripping her hips, his thumbs spreading her open. His breath was hot against her wet folds, and then—
"Fuck—" The word tore from her lips as he drove into her in one brutal thrust, his cock burying itself to the hilt. He was deeper like this, the angle hitting a spot inside her that made her vision white out. His hips slammed against her ass, the slap of skin echoing in the room, his grip bruising as he pulled her back onto him with every snap of his waist.
"You take me so well," he groaned, his voice strained. "Like you were made for this." His free hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back just enough to expose the line of her throat. "Say it."
"Made for you," she sobbed, her fingers clawing at the sheets, her body rocking with the force of his thrusts. "Only you—husband—"
His growl was feral, his pace turning punishing, his cock pistoning into her with a wet, obscene sound. She could feel him swelling inside her, his balls drawing up tight, and then he was coming with a guttural curse, his cum flooding her in thick, hot pulses. Qing'er collapsed forward, her limbs trembling, her pussy fluttering around him as her own orgasm wrung her out, weaker this time but no less intense.
Lin Xuan didn't pull out. He stayed buried inside her, his cock still half-hard, his hands rubbing soothing circles over her lower back. "Again," he decided, his voice a dark promise. Before she could even catch her breath, he was withdrawing, flipping her onto her back, his mouth crashing down on hers.
This time, he let her take control.
He lay back against the pillows, his muscular thighs spread, his cock standing thick and proud between them. Qing'er straddled him, her hands braced on his chest, her hair a wild curtain around them. She sank onto him slowly, her lips parting on a moan as he filled her inch by inch. Lin Xuan's hands gripped her waist, his thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts, his dark eyes burning into hers.
"Ride me, little wife," he ordered, his voice a rough caress. "Show me how much you love my cock."
She did.
Her hips rolled in slow, deliberate circles at first, her inner walls clenching around him, milking him with every lift and drop. The angle was different now, his cock dragging against her front wall, sending sparks through her nerves. His hands slid up to her breasts, squeezing, pinching her nipples until she gasped, her pace faltering.
"Harder," he demanded, his fingers digging into her flesh. "Fuck yourself on me like you mean it."
Qing'er whimpered, her movements turning frantic, her ass slapping against his thighs, her tits bouncing with every bounce. The room filled with the lewd sounds of their bodies, the slick slide of her pussy taking him, the wet smack of skin on skin. Lin Xuan's breath came in sharp grunts, his hips lifting to meet hers, driving himself deeper with every thrust.
"That's it," he groaned, his voice tight. "Fuck, you're perfect—" His hands dropped to her hips, his fingers bruising as he helped her ride him faster, harder, until she was screaming, her nails raking down his chest as her orgasm hit her like a storm. Lin Xuan followed with a snarl, his cock jerking inside her as he spilled himself deep, his cum dripping out of her when she finally collapsed against him, spent.
He didn't let her rest for long.
With a growl, he rolled them, pinning her beneath him, his mouth crashing down on hers in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue. Then he was pulling her up, his arms banding around her as he stood, her legs wrapping around his waist. Qing'er yelped as her back hit the wall, the cool surface a shock against her heated skin. Lin Xuan's hands cupped her ass, lifting her just enough to adjust his angle before he was slamming back into her, his cock driving up into her with enough force to make her see stars.
"You're mine," he snarled against her neck, his teeth grazing her pulse. "Every inch of you. Every fucking moan." His thrusts were relentless, the wall at her back giving him leverage, his hips pistoning between her spread thighs. Qing'er could only cling to him, her fingers tangled in his hair, her cries muffled against his shoulder as he fucked her like he wanted to brand her from the inside out.
She came with a broken sob, her pussy clamping down around him, her body shuddering in his arms. Lin Xuan followed with a groan, his release painting her walls, his breath ragged as he held her there, pinned between him and the wall, his cock still twitching inside her.
He didn't put her down.
Instead, he turned, carrying her back to the bed, her legs still locked around him. This time, he set her on her feet, bending her over the edge of the mattress, her ass in the air, her cheek pressed against the rumpled sheets. His hand slid up her spine, pushing her down until her shoulders hit the bed, her hips still raised, her pussy glistening with their mixed release.
Lin Xuan didn't tease. He gripped his cock, rubbing the head through her folds before slamming home in one rough stroke. Qing'er cried out, her fingers curling into the sheets, her body already oversensitive but unable to resist. He fucked her like this, deep and punishing, his balls slapping against her with every thrust, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks.
"Last one," he grunted, his voice strained. "Gonna fill you up so full you'll feel me for days."
Qing'er could only whimper in response, her body tightening around him, her orgasm building again despite her exhaustion. When it hit, it was weaker, but no less intense, her pussy fluttering around his cock as he buried himself to the hilt, his release spilling into her in thick, hot pulses.
This time, when he collapsed beside her, he pulled her into his arms, her back to his chest, his cock still semi-hard against her ass. His lips found her shoulder, pressing a kiss to her damp skin. "My woman," he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction.
Qing'er could only hum in response, her body boneless, her mind hazy with pleasure. She felt his arms tighten around her, his breath evening out as he drifted toward sleep. But even as exhaustion pulled her under, she could feel him—still hard, still ready, his stamina seemingly endless.
Lin Xuan chuckled, his chest rumbling against her back. "Still got enough in me for twenty more rounds," he murmured, his hand sliding down to cup her pussy possessively. "But you're done, little wife."
Qing'er whimpered, her thighs pressing together, her body both aching and craving more. But before she could protest, his arms banded around her, pulling her flush against him, his cock nestled against the curve of her ass.
"Sleep," he ordered, his voice soft but firm. "You'll need your strength."
And with that, she let herself drift, her last thought a dazed, satisfied realization—she was his. Completely. Irrevocably.
His.