The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan-Chapter 560 - 559 Finally Succeeded (Second Update)

Yelu Yan, clutching Li Xianyun’s lips, finished speaking and then deep-kissed her.

Li Xianyun let out a soft "mmh" and, when he probed forward, she parted her lips to let him in.

The sounds of kissing began to resonate, embarrassingly intense.

Thus, Li Xianyun was kissed all the way to the bed by Yelu Yan.

The nightclothes she wore to bed, already loose, were pulled slightly and slipped down askew.

They kissed as they went, shedding clothes along the way.

Where Li Xianyun passed, spots and spots of watermarks were left behind.

By the time she was laid down on the bed, Yelu Yan had thoroughly stripped her bare.

Her delicate skin, flawless under the light, was irresistibly eye-catching.

Yelu Yan wasn’t faring much better either.

In the process, not only had he stripped Li Xianyun, but also himself.

His well-built muscles were right before her eyes, causing Li Xianyun’s gaze to dart away, not daring to look directly.

There she was, entirely naked, with no cover at all, shyly hugging her arms across her chest.

Like a delicate bud waiting to be picked, sparking an insatiable desire to embrace her and play with her fiercely.

Even at a time when passion ran deeply mutual, Yelu Yan still took care of Li Xianyun’s feelings, afraid she might catch cold, he leaned over her, pressing down, "Cold?"

Li Xianyun shook her head.

Her body was now entirely warm, how could she be cold?

Nevertheless, Yelu Yan still pulled the quilt over them, covering both.

Yelu Yan kissed her, pleasing her.

Li Xianyun was already so ticklish, clinging to him, rubbing against him.

Yet Yelu Yan still held back, unwilling to give in to her.

Li Xianyun pleaded a few times, wrapping her legs around him, almost on the verge of tears.

But Yelu Yan kept on kissing her, fondling her, avoiding going straight to the main event.

Li Xianyun, having lost all self-control, bit his shoulder in frustration.

Yelu Yan didn’t even frown, although his body trembled a few times below.

Seeing Li Xianyun behaving like a child clamoring for candy, and making such a ruckus just because she wasn’t given what she wanted, he finally placed his hand at the juncture, about to enter her.

Li Xianyun withdrew slightly, raising her delicate hand to press against Yelu Yan’s firm chest.

Yelu Yan thought she was angry.

He had indeed teased her too fiercely just then, it was excessive.

But with the arrow on the string, the bow fully drawn, ready to fire, how could one just stop upon being told to?

"Xianxian, you can’t torture your husband like this," Yelu Yan said with a husky voice.

Li Xianyun’s face flushed red, she didn’t speak, simply struggling on her own.

Yelu Yan thought she was angry and no longer willing.

And he felt incredibly regretful inside.

Although Yelu Yan really wanted her, he couldn’t bear to force her, so he had no choice but to sit up on the side of the bed, looking forlorn.

At last, he understood what it meant to ’shoot oneself in the foot.’

Li Xianyun climbed up from the bed and, seeing Yelu Yan sitting desolately at the edge of the mattress, she said timidly, "Husband, lie down."

Yelu Yan stared blankly at Li Xianyun, as if understanding yet not comprehending.

Li Xianyun supported his arm, helped him lie down, and then herself got up to sit on his stomach.

Yelu Yan had understood what she intended to do, his eyes sparkling, the deep affection in his gaze unable to dissipate.

Li Xianyun was so bashful she couldn’t bear to look at him, focusing only on what she intended to do.

But, facing the enormity before her, Li Xianyun felt apprehension.

Such grandeur, how could one encompass it?

She didn’t dare to force herself either.

The bad smile on Yelu Yan’s face watched her, "Let your husband do it."

He was speaking when he tried to get up.

Li Xianyun pressed down on his chest, her petite face flushing crimson, "Husband, you can’t exert yourself, let me do it."

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, she braced herself and climbed on top.

But still too cautious, she only managed a little before she couldn’t continue, lifting her eyes helplessly to Yelu Yan, "What should we do, husband?"

Her voice was alluring, almost making one lose control.

"I’ll help you."

As he spoke, Yelu Yan supported Li Xianyun’s hips, slowly guiding her down.

...And finally, they succeeded.

Goosebumps covered Li Xianyun’s back.

Such a sensation was extremely novel.

Yelu Yan was passive for the first time, looking up at her.

Watching her figure, her features, her shy and apprehensive expression.

Yelu Yan felt as if he wouldn’t mind dying this very night, having experienced such beauty.

Li Xianyun didn’t allow him to move. After a moment’s rest, she interlocked her fingers with his, beginning to move more vigorously.

But after only a few motions, she could no longer handle it, clutching Yelu Yan’s hand tightly, trembling.

A sense of emptiness lingered in her mind, spreading to all her limbs.

Yelu Yan had already been pushed to his limit, without care for anything else, he gripped Li Xianyun’s waist and started moving instead.

Her bosom rose and fell, dazzling to the eyes, she involuntarily cried out.

It was supposed to be her doing it, but in the end, it was Yelu Yan who took over.

That day was another crazed frenzy for Yelu Yan, no matter how much Li Xianyun pleaded, Yelu Yan did not stop.

After countless times, Yelu Yan finally withdrew.

Li Xianyun lay in bed, her legs falling down as he abruptly left, feeling as if she had been hollowed out.

Yelu Yan cleaned up a bit, then walked naked to the bed, pulling the quilt over her, and brushed her sweat-drenched hair to one side with his hand.

Her delicate face was pale and tender, with an unnatural flush on her cheeks, carrying the allure and shyness of lovemaking, tempting once again...

But ultimately, Yelu Yan restrained himself, he had been too intense today, if he continued, Li Xianyun wouldn’t be able to get out of bed tomorrow. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Yelu Yan was still aware of this.

Li Xianyun looked at him, her autumnal eyes like waves, brimming with emotion.

"Your wound is alright, isn’t it?"

He had been so forceful just now, crazed as if his life didn’t matter, Li Xianyun was genuinely worried his wound might reopen.

Yelu Yan chuckled, "What’s this injury to me? No need to worry."

With that, he bent down and kissed Li Xianyun’s forehead, "I’ll go fetch some hot water to clean you up, you rest a while longer, alright?"

Li Xianyun nodded, right now she didn’t even want to move a finger.

Yelu Yan caressed her delicate face with his hand, "Good girl."

Li Xianyun watched as Yelu Yan walked away, and she closed her eyes wearily, thinking just to lie down a moment longer before struggling to sit up.

Rather than letting Yelu Yan clean her, it might be fresher to rinse off herself.

But as she closed her eyes, she fell asleep, only vaguely remembering Yelu Yan cleaning her later as she lay beneath him.

Just disjointed fragments, not remembered clearly.

The next morning, Li Xianyun woke up, and as she opened her eyes, she saw his handsome face close to hers.

Usually, when she awoke, Yelu Yan was hardly ever there, so to wake up like this was rare.

Yelu Yan was propping his head with an arm, smiling at her, "Awake?"

Li Xianyun hummed a response, turned over, laying her leg across his body, turned to look at him.

If he wasn’t injured, she would have clung tightly to him, nuzzling affectionately. But now, she dared not touch him.

"Husband, how do you feel now?"

Yelu Yan’s rough fingertips gently stroked Li Xianyun’s tender cheeks, "Much better."

"Does it hurt?"

"It hurts." Li Xianyun laughed, "So you need to take extra good care of your husband."

"Understood."