The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan-Chapter 559 - 558 Husband does not permit (first update)

Yelu Yan propped one arm against the wall, trapping Li Xianyun in a cramped space with no escape.

Li Xianyun hesitated for a moment before timidly lifting her eyelids, only to see the exceedingly handsome face before her, gentle and warm with a cascading smile that made him seem nothing like the stern, indifferent man he was in public.

He was dressed in his thin nightclothes, with a wide-open collar showing his firm, bulging muscles and carrying an unrestrained wildness.

"Your wound..."

"It’s nothing."

Yelu Yan said and then enveloped Li Xianyun in his arms, a delicate and sweet-scented beauty.

Li Xianyun placed her fair little hand gently against his chest, carefully avoiding his wound.

Yelu Yan pressed his head against hers, kissing her hair, earlobes, and cheeks gently grazing and softly kissing.

Li Xianyun, naturally delicate, had just bathed, her skin so soft and tender that the slightest kiss would leave a red mark.

"My darling, how you’ve made your husband suffer in waiting."

With a contented sigh, Yelu Yan kissed her rouge lips lightly pecking and slowly suckling.

Li Xianyun was forced to tilt her head back to meet his kiss, becoming entwined with him.

Her breathing deepened, dizzy and soft from his kisses.

Only then did Yelu Yan release her lips, moving down to kiss her neck.

As he kissed her, his hands became increasingly audacious.

Li Xianyun closed her eyes, letting him kiss her.

For some reason, after only a while, Yelu Yan stopped.

Li Xianyun opened her eyes to find Yelu Yan looking intently at something, his gaze burning.

Following his gaze, she saw her own reflection.

Having just bathed, Li Xianyun wore a white silk nightgown clinging to her body.

As she didn’t need to go out, she hadn’t bothered with a soft cloth to bind her chest, and she hadn’t put on her undershirt either; the points of her form already fiercely pronounced through the white silk.

The color was clearly showing through.

Li Xianyun’s face instantly heated up like fire.

She didn’t wear her undershirt purely for convenience, reasoning that she would remove it anyway, so why bother wearing it.

While standing, Li Xianyun’s figure was hidden and subtle, not very distinct, but now, forced against the wall, her back straightened, and her already full-bodied self became impossible to hide or guard against, shamelessly and boldly on display before Yelu Yan’s eyes.

Li Xianyun truly regretted it; she wished she had put on her undershirt.

She instinctively raised her hand to cover herself, but her slender wrist was caught by the firm grip of someone’s large hand and pressed against the wall.

With a mischievous smile, Yelu Yan said, "What are you covering? Your husband wants to see."

"..."

Li Xianyun turned her head to the side, her little face burning, her sparkling eyes unable to conceal her shyness.

Yelu Yan bent over to level with her chest and looked intently, lifting both of Li Xianyun’s slender wrists over her head and holding them against the wall with one hand.

His other hand reached out, and his index finger played with her.

Li Xianyun couldn’t help but catch her breath, her whole body tensing, and a voice spilled from her throat.

She felt like a fish on a cutting board, unable to move, left to be carved by Yelu Yan’s will.

Yelu Yan knew she was always delicate and sensitive, but he didn’t expect her to be this sensitive.

He had only touched her lightly.

To his delight, Yelu Yan looked at her and called out, "Xianxian."

With her face blushing, Li Xianyun exhaled warmly, her voice broken, "My lord, please stop tormenting me."

"Xianxian, how did you come to be so beautiful?"

As Yelu Yan said this, he glanced up at Li Xianyun, his deep eyes filled with desire.

He buried his head against her chest, kissing her fiercely through the cloth.

Li Xianyun trembled, leaning back, trying to dodge, even standing on tiptoe.

But Yelu Yan was relentless, taking one into his mouth.

The warmth soaked through the fabric.

Li Xianyun looked down at him, "Husband, you can’t."

Yelu Yan lifted his eyes to hers, starting to nibble gently.

Unable to bear it, Li Xianyun twisted like a fish, wanting to push him away, but her hands were immobilized; she could only let him have his way.

As Yelu Yan continued to grind against her, he looked up to gauge her response.

His eyes burned like branding irons, searing through her.

Li Xianyun didn’t dare look down, lightly biting her lip, trying her best to restrain her vocals but ultimately failed to do so.

Her body had long become undesirably wet.

Yet Yelu Yan had no intention of letting her go until he was completely satisfied. Then he straightened up, kissing her lips, finally releasing his grip on her.

The two damp patches on Li Xianyun’s chest were particularly eye-catching.

The colors had soaked through completely.

Yelu Yan encircled her with one arm, while the other hand ventured lower.

Li Xianyun let out a cry, pushing against him.

An oceanic expanse, how could it be decent to expose?

But the disparity in strength between men and women is vast; he still discovered what he sought.

Yelu Yan looked at Li Xianyun with delight, "My dear Xianxian."

Li Xianyun didn’t dare meet his eyes, only pouted and said, "Husband, you’re the worst."

Yelu Yan hummed with a smile and enveloped Li Xianyun’s lips with a heavy, rolling, and lingering kiss.

Li Xianyun arched her head back, opening her mouth to meet his.

But Yelu Yan suddenly pulled away, denying Li Xianyun even the chance to react, and crouched down.

Li Xianyun looked down at him, eyes filled with confusion, until she realized what he was about to do. She hastily bent forward to dodge, "No, that’s too dirty."

"I like it," he said.

With just a glance at her, Yelu Yan forcefully removed her hand.

After a few tugs, the garment rested at her ankles, providing no cover.

He parted her.

Li Xianyun lay completely bare before Yelu Yan.

Yelu Yan secured the slipped clothing along with pressing her two obstructing hands on the inside of her thigh, looked up at Li Xianyun, then buried his head between her legs.

Li Xianyun let out a surprised "oh," biting down hard on her lip as her brows furrowed tightly, her hands clutching Yelu Yan’s head while her toes pointed tensely, the tips of her fingers turning pale with the pressure.

Had she not been holding onto him, she would have collapsed entirely.

"Husband," Li Xianyun breathed heavily, occasionally moaning softly.

Yelu Yan played to his delight, while Li Xianyun trembled repeatedly, each wave stronger than the last.

Shaking again and again.

At last, Yelu Yan had his fill and looked up at her, "Xianxian, did you enjoy it?"

He wanted to make her happy, to provide her with the utmost pleasure.

Li Xianyun wouldn’t look at him and purposely ignored the water stains on the floor, pursing her lips with a soft "hmm."

Only then did Yelu Yan stand up, carrying her scent, kissing her lips.

Li Xianyun lightly pushed against him.

Yelu Yan backed off slightly, looking down at her, "What’s wrong?"

Li Xianyun propped Yelu Yan against the bed, intending to kneel down.

As soon as she made this move, Yelu Yan embraced her waist, "You can’t."

"Husband, I want to make you feel good too," Li Xianyun said shyly.

She was still in a state of confusion, but if men could do so, women should be able to as well.

Yelu Yan was deeply moved, cradled her neck, and kissed her intensely.

After a while, Yelu Yan raised his head, caressed the hair on her forehead, and smiled, "I can do such things, but I can’t bear you doing them."

"But I want to."

Yelu Yan kissed Li Xianyun’s lips, whispering against her soft lips, "Even if you want to, you can’t. I won’t allow it."