The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan-Chapter 583 - 581 Xianxian, do you miss your husband? (First update)
Chapter 583: 581 Xianxian, do you miss your husband? (First update)
Yelu Yan knelt between Li Xianyun’s legs, pinning her against the tub’s edge as he lowered his massive body to meet her gaze.
"Xianxian."
Li Xianyun hummed in acknowledgment, pursing her lips as she looked at him.
In the moment their eyes met, Yelu Yan leaned in close and fiercely captured Li Xianyun’s lips.
After a lingering kiss, Yelu Yan gasped for air, slightly lifting his head to stare into Li Xianyun’s eyes, which were as fluid as water, "Xianxian, I have been dying to see you."
During the day, under the guise of inspecting the camp, he had gazed at Li Xianyun from afar several times, yet had not spoken a word. As soon as dusk fell, Yelu Yan had Jinwu go find her.
Yelu Yan caressed Li Xianyun’s tender little face gently with his rough fingertips, "Xianxian, do you think of me?"
Li Xianyun teased him playfully, smiling, "Not really."
Yelu Yan chuckled, "Looks like someone’s skin is itching for trouble, time to take care of that."
Again, those words carried no threat at all.
As Yelu Yan kissed Li Xianyun, his hand mischievously found its way to her creamy, blush-tinted bosom.
Li Xianyun’s little hands helplessly rested on his sturdy arms, which were laden with hard muscles.
As his rough palms kneaded, Li Xianyun felt a peculiar sensation rising from the small of her back, her passion mounting as she silently parted her lips to let him in.
Yelu Yan’s hands continued their exploration, venturing further down.
The motion of Li Xianyun’s returning kisses stalled, her breathing growing heavier.
The water rippled as Yelu Yan moved his arms.
The ripples slapping against the tub mimicked the undissipated waves of pleasure slowly spreading throughout her body.
Li Xianyun, unable to contain herself any longer, clung tightly to Yelu Yan, nestling against his shoulder and calling out in a tender voice, "Husband."
As she spoke, she kissed his firm shoulder passionately.
Yelu Yan was immensely pleased by her action.
Li Xianyun was usually reserved, seldom initiating kisses like this; now pecking at his shoulder, how could he not be excited?
Because of this, the motions of Yelu Yan’s hand became even more unrestrained.
At first, Li Xianyun managed to kiss him back, but soon she could only cling to his shoulder, making helpless little mewls.
When she could no longer contain herself, she grasped him even tighter.
As if to merge as one with him.
A woman’s responsiveness always serves as a great encouragement to a man.
And Li Xianyun was so keenly responsive, their compatibility was exceptional.
After several moments, Yelu Yan moved a little away, gently kissing her lips, and nuzzling her neck before slightly lifting her upper body out of the water.
The clear bath water slipped over her chest, softened and smoothed by the warm soak.
With a hint of red at the corners of his eyes, Yelu Yan looked at Li Xianyun for a moment before bending deeply into her.
Li Xianyun gripped Yelu Yan’s shoulders, feeling the weight of his head on her chest and murmured softly.
Her waterfall of black hair, soaked in the bathwater, added to her innocent beauty, as if she was a nymph forgotten by the world.
After a long time, when Yelu Yan lifted Li Xianyun from the water, all her strength was drained; she let herself be cared for by Yelu Yan as he dried her body and dressed her.
Though it was only an upper garment he put on her.
Yelu Yan wrapped her wet hair and covered her body with a soft towel, before carrying her to the bed. He then turned to fetch a small jar of ointment from a nearby medicine chest.
Li Xianyun, cooling from the warmth of the bath, felt a sudden heat flush her cheeks at the sight of the porcelain jar.
Despite his rough, careless exterior, Yelu Yan was in fact thoughtful and meticulous in his ways.
For this reason, Li Xianyun had not needed to tend to any of the essentials for the military campaign; she had not expected he would even bring this ointment.
Yelu Yan, looking at Li Xianyun’s shy demeanor, smiled and said, "I brought it just in case, and now it has come in handy, hasn’t it?"
Li Xianyun glanced at him sideways and reluctantly moved her leg away, letting him gently rub the medicine in.
After applying it, Yelu Yan even parted it to take a look.
Li Xianyun hurriedly drew back, covering the root of her leg, and protested softly, "Husband, why are you like this?"
Yelu Yan chuckled, "I just want to take a look."
Li Xianyun shook her head, her little face blushing so deeply it looked as if it could drip water, "You can’t."
However, when this man became obstinate, Li Xianyun’s words hardly carried any weight.
Yelu Yan set the medicine bottle aside, removed her hand, and parted the area to look.
Li Xianyun turned her head away, her eyelids half-closed, feeling a sense of shame rippling through her chest, while at the same time, a primal pleasure also rose within her.
This man not only looked, but he also fiddled with it.
Li Xianyun bit her lip tightly, but the out-of-tune voices still broke out in fragments.
After a while, Li Xianyun opened her reddened lips slightly, "Husband, can we... can we stop now?"
Yelu Yan actually wanted to say no, and he was feeling uncomfortably swollen at the moment, thinking about it again, but he didn’t want to go against her wishes repeatedly, so he helped her dress.
Seeing Yelu Yan reach out to embrace her, Li Xianyun disdainfully looked at his shiny hands and said, "Husband, go wash your hands."
Yelu Yan laughed and said, "Do you even disdain yourself?"
Despite his words, Yelu Yan obediently climbed out of the bed and went to wash his hands, wearing his loose pajamas.
By the time he returned with a towel for drying hair, Li Xianyun had already fallen asleep, her hair damp.
Yelu Yan kissed the beautiful side of Li Xianyun’s face, worried that suddenly picking her up would startle her, so he whispered, "Xianxian, let me dry your hair for you."
As he spoke, he set the towel aside and moved to pick Li Xianyun up.
Li Xianyun thought Yelu Yan still wanted more, her eyebrows twisted as she said softly, "Husband, no more, please."
Yelu Yan chuckled lowly, "Xianxian, be good, let’s dry your hair before you sleep."
Li Xianyun hummed softly and stretched out her arms.
Her pajamas were already loose, and as she stretched her arms, the sleeves slid down, revealing a long, fair arm that shone brightly in the light.
Yelu Yan’s adam’s apple moved heavily.
Li Xianyun often said he was like a hungry wolf, wasn’t he indeed a hungry wolf?
A single look or movement from her could stir him up.
Yelu Yan lifted Li Xianyun up, letting her lie on the bed, and dried her dark green hair strands.
When everything was tidy, Yelu Yan extinguished the lamp and crawled into the covers.
He had been outside for too long and was chilled to the bone, intending to keep some distance from Li Xianyun.
But just as he laid down, Li Xianyun crawled into his embrace, wrapping her arms around his strong waist, her little face rubbing back and forth against his broad chest.
Yelu Yan’s heart skipped a beat, his lips curving into a smile, "Xianxian, we can hug later, I am cold."
Li Xianyun continued to embrace him, profoundly asleep, offering no response.
Yelu Yan had no choice but to hold her, contentedly closing his eyes.
Embracing his beloved woman felt satisfying and fulfilling indeed.
The next morning, Li Xianyun didn’t sleep in as she did in the Khan Palace; she woke up as dawn was just breaking.
Yelu Yan was no longer by her side.
Neatly placed where he slept were Li Xianyun’s clothes.
Yelu Yan, as rough and ready as he was, had a very delicate side to him.
Struggling to get up, Li Xianyun felt a subtle discomfort in her lower abdomen, cursing Yelu Yan again in her mind for the events of last night.
She paused for a moment and then picked up her clothes to get dressed.
Just as she removed her sleepwear, Yelu Yan entered with a leather water flask and was greeted by the provocative scene.
