Chapter 292 — Turmoil

She had never known the East-Lin Earl in his days of power, but the East-Lin Earl in retirement was a stubborn old man. Fearing that Song Yan and the Earl would fall out, she had waited anxiously for Song Yan's return—only to doze off in her worry. Then Song Sui came back, and like this...

Song Yan released her, leaned over, and bit her ear.

"Shouyuan. Shouyuan..." he murmured low against her ear, kissing her lips hard, more fiercely than on their first night together.

Had he fallen out with the East-Lin Earl, then?

Choking back a sob, Dou Yan finally struggled free of his embrace. She had barely gasped out "What's wrong?" before his mouth stopped hers again, and her breasts were in his hands.

Dou Yan felt her whole body burn, her face aflame, and her heart ached for the setback he had suffered out there. So she let him have his way.

Song Yan found the pearl at the heart of her flower with practiced ease, rolled it gently between his fingers, and entered Dou Zhiwei's body.

Dou Yan gave a deep, muffled "hnh."

Song Yan could feel the dryness of her passage.

He stopped and, biting her ear, asked, "Does it still hurt a little?"

It did not hurt, exactly—only a fierce swelling.

How could Dou Yan bring herself to say so?

She gave a vague "mm."

Song Yan moved in small strokes within her body.

After only a few, her body grew moist.

Song Yan laughed low, took hold of her legs, and drove straight in and out, plundering with great force.

Dou Yan was secretly mortified.

She remembered herself as never having been so sensitive.

The agony of childbirth in her former life had long since robbed her of any romantic dreams. But with Song Yan, he often did nothing at all, and yet could kindle her with ease.

She could feel her passage turned muddy, as though welcoming his coming...

Dou Chi禁 shuddered through and through. She too was stirred.

Song Yan's voice, unable to hide its delight, sounded at her ear: "Shouyuan, you're so good..." The swelling buried in her body seemed to grow another size.

Dou Yan was startled.

Song Yan had already turned her over, lifted her supple waist, and made her crouch on the bed, then thrust in from behind.

Her body felt as though it were being run through, and with no tender embrace, no sweet kisses... it left her quite unaccustomed.

"Don't. Don't do this!" In her fluster, her limbs gone weak, Dou Yan clutched at the bedpost.

"You don't like this?" Song Yan said softly, and lingering kisses fell like a spring breeze upon her smooth back.

Dou Yan trembled.

"No. I don't like it!" She was jolted into broken, stammering words.

"You don't like it?" Song Yan laughed against her ear and let his body drive straight on, plunging deep into her flower chamber. "But I like it very much!"

He rammed reckless and unchecked within her body, battering the flower chamber loose little by little.

"Yan, Yantang!" Dou Yan was trembling all over, her words coming out clumsily. "You, don't do this!"

This position was a little more than she could bear.

"Then let's change position," Song Yan breathed hot air against her ear. "All right?"

Dou Yan answered with a shaky "mm."

Song Yan chuckled.

But his body only thrust deeper.

Dou Yan cried out in pain and was vexed at his breaking faith.

She had just called out "Yantang" when the tide hidden deep in her body surged out with him.

She felt hollowed out, as though drifting in midair.

Dou Yan gave a low, keening cry.

"Shouyuan!" Song Yan stopped and quietly savored the aftershocks of her body.

Dou Yan lay limp upon the bed.

Song Yan covered her, kissing her cheeks with tender love.

Dou Yan's eyes were shut, her whole face flushed a drunken red.

Song Yan laughed under his breath, drew her soft, boneless body into his lap, entered her once more, and with a hand at her waist began to move slowly.

The sharper ache of swelling below brought Dou Yan back to herself.

The fullness at her breast swayed and swung, tracing lovely arcs before Song's eyes...

"No, no!" Dou Yan, her face crimson with shame, pushed at him weakly.

Song Sui took that vivid bud into his mouth.

"No, no, no!" Dou Yan arched backward, trying to shy away from Song Yan, but only made him plunge once more deep into her flower chamber.

Dou Yan bit her lip, caught between advance and retreat.

Song Yan lifted her higher and let her fall more heavily.

A sharp pang shot through her body, and with it a warm current surged.

"Yantang!" Dou Yan cried Song's name in a daze, her arms tight around his neck.

"Shouyuan!" Song Yan gathered her into his arms with doting tenderness, toying with her body in lingering detail.

Dou Yan's head felt stuffed with paste, all muddle and haze, yet the sensations below grew ever more distinct.

With lovemaking this frequent and this deep, given her body, she would surely conceive before long!

Before the last sliver of clarity faded, this thought surfaced in Dou Yan's mind.

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