Kapitel 10: I Needed Protection
Overcome by a relentless wave of kisses, Ye Xinren was caught in a whirlwind of sensation. His mind spun between discomfort and something else—something he couldn't quite name. His eyes fluttered open, but the tears that had begun to gather blurred his vision, making the world around him fade into nothingness. He felt the raw force of Jiang Yanxu's kisses, aggressive, almost frantic, as if he was trying to consume him whole.
The sharp taste of blood lingered in his mouth, and Ye Xinren winced. Had Jiang Yanxu bitten him too hard? Was he bleeding? It hurt, but the pain only made his head spin, his body yearning for more. And just as suddenly as it began, Jiang Yanxu pulled away, leaving an unbearable emptiness in his wake.
In a haze of lust and confusion, Ye Xinren gripped Jiang Yanxu's back, his nails digging into the man's skin, leaving a trail of red marks as his body responded instinctively, pulling him closer, seeking his touch. His breath was shallow, his chest rising and falling erratically as he sought out Jiang Yanxu's lips, determined to feel the kiss once more.
A low chuckle rumbled from Jiang Yanxu's chest, a sound filled with both amusement and something darker. "You really just want to keep kissing?" he teased.
Ye Xinren barely registered the words; they were nothing but a distant murmur in the whirlwind of sensations. All he knew was the heat, the desperate need, and the way his body ached for more. His tongue found its way to Jiang Yanxu's, slipping between his lips, tangling with his. The world around him narrowed to this moment, to the taste, the pressure, the overwhelming sensation of being wanted, of being consumed.
He straddled Jiang Yanxu's lap, urgency lacing every movement. "Please … hurry," he begged, his voice breaking as he pressed himself closer.
Jiang Yanxu, ever the enigma, couldn't hide the reaction of his body. Despite the anger, the resentment that gnawed at him from the depths of his soul, his body betrayed him. Ye Xinren's movements, the seductive rhythm of his hips, ignited a fire inside him, one that even his bitterness couldn't quell. He could feel his desire building, growing harder under the pressure.
With a swift, commanding motion, Jiang Yanxu seized Ye Xinren's hair, pulling him into a rough kiss, his fingers trailing down to the younger man's body. He didn't wait, didn't hesitate. His fingers found their target, slipping into Ye Xinren, pushing him to the edge of pleasure. Ye Xinren's body trembled, his climax sudden and overwhelming, as if his entire being was unraveling in that moment.
The room echoed with the sound of gasps, the hurried rhythm of their breaths mingling with the sounds of passion. If anyone were to be near, they would hear it—the sounds of a desperate need, of bodies colliding in a frenzy of pleasure.
But for Ye Xinren, the moment didn't last. The emptiness set in quickly as Jiang Yanxu pulled away, leaving him gasping, his body still trembling from the intensity of what they had just shared. His mind spun, the ache between his legs almost unbearable as he was left in a daze, sprawled on the bed, clothes discarded, revealing the marks of their intimacy on his pale skin.
Jiang Yanxu stood over him, his body still strong and commanding. The contrast between them was stark—Ye Xinren, slender and delicate, the perfect contrast to Jiang Yanxu's muscular, imposing form. They were opposites in every way, yet in this moment, they were bound by something much deeper.
Jiang Yanxu reached for the drawer, his fingers brushing against the box of condoms. But when he reached for one, a sense of hesitation washed over him. "I need protection," he muttered under his breath.
Ye Xinren, still half in a daze, heard his words and immediately frowned. "What? We don't need that. We're married," he replied, his voice hoarse from the intensity of their earlier actions. His confusion was clear—why was Jiang Yanxu seeking protection now when they had never used it before? It didn't make sense.
Jiang Yanxu paused, his hand frozen in place as he processed the words. For a moment, the tension between them seemed to thicken, but then he relented, lifting Ye Xinren's legs and positioning him, exposing him completely.
The moment Jiang Yanxu entered him again, the world seemed to blur around Ye Xinren. A mix of pain and pleasure consumed him, his body arching into the intrusion, the depth of it almost too much to bear. He could feel the hardness of Jiang Yanxu filling him, pushing into places that made his mind spiral with a heady mix of pleasure and confusion.
As Jiang Yanxu moved, slow at first, then faster, his body pressing against Ye Xinren's, the sounds of their frantic lovemaking filled the room. Ye Xinren's hands gripped the blanket beneath him, his knuckles white from the force of his hold. His body shook, his mind unable to process the overwhelming sensations, his voice raw with the intensity of it all.
And then, just as they were nearing their climax, a sharp knock on the door broke through the haze. Jiang Yanxu froze, his body still hovering over Ye Xinren. The moment hung in the air, charged with frustration and need.
Ye Xinren, desperate for release, tried to plead with Jiang Yanxu, his voice trembling as he reached out to touch his face. "Yanxu, don't stop. Please … don't stop," he begged, his body aching, the itch of desire consuming him. But Jiang Yanxu, ever the controlled one, pulled away, his expression unreadable as he turned to face the door.
With a heavy sigh, he rose from the bed, putting on his robe. "Stay here," he said coldly, his voice devoid of warmth as he walked toward the door.
Ye Xinren lay there, helpless, his body burning with the aftermath of their passion and the overwhelming ache of unfulfilled need. As Jiang Yanxu opened the door, Ye Xinren couldn't help but feel a deep, gnawing emptiness. The man who had just consumed him, who had made him feel like he was everything, had left him behind so easily.
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