"AHHHH!" Hu Yan groaned, the sound raw and full of relief. Her tight heat wrapped around him, and he closed his eyes, savoring every inch like he had finally come home.
Su Qinglan, however, was NOT having a peaceful moment.
"NNGGHH! SLOW DOWN, you idiot!" she yelled, biting his shoulder in pure panic. He barely flinched. "What do you want with such speed?! Do you want to tear me apart?!"
Her voice cracked, her eyes watery from the sudden stretch.
Hu Yan broke the kiss, his eyes hazy but immediately full of apology.
"S-sorry, Lan Lan," he murmured, kissing her face over and over. His voice was soft. His kisses were gentle.
But his body refused to listen.
His hips kept moving. Not stopping. Not slowing. In fact, they started moving faster, bit by bit, with the rhythm of a beastman whose instincts had taken full control.
Su Qinglan gasped. She felt so full she couldn’t think. It was overwhelming, stretching, and consuming. If she dared to look down, she was sure she’d see a huge bulge moving in her lower stomach every time he thrust.
But she didn’t dare. She was too busy making noises she had never made before.
Every thrust hit her deep, hitting a spot that sent sharp, wild jolts straight through her. Her fingers clawed at his back. Her legs shook. Her breath vanished. She couldn’t control a thing. Squeals, gasps, and helpless moans echoed through the cave.
Hu Yan’s pace kept increasing. His eyes locked onto hers, blazing with hunger. He whispered all kinds of messy, breathless nonsense...promises to spoil her, vows of ownership, and strange tiger sounds that didn’t translate into human language at all.
His words were sweet. His movements were definitely not. They were the movements of a big, starving beastman completely claiming his mate.
Tears blurred Su Qinglan’s eyes. Not from pain alone, not from pleasure alone, but from the intense mix shaking her entire body.
Damn... This was a completely different experience from when she was with Xuan Long...
Her mind spun helplessly, grasping for something to anchor herself with, and the only thing she managed to latch onto was comparison...a desperate attempt to understand the madness she was trapped in.
If Xuan Long was the noble male with divine beauty... all cold elegance on the surface but hiding a roaring sea beneath...
A shiver ran through her at the memory of him. His touch had been controlled, restrained, like he was holding back a storm that could drown the world if he let it slip.
Every stroke, every kiss, every moment with him felt like being held in the eye of a hurricane...breathtakingly still and yet terrifyingly powerful.
He didn’t need to move fast or crush her with strength; he consumed her with depth, with a pull so intense it felt spiritual. He touched her like she was a sacred offering, like he was worshiping what he feared to break.
...then Hu Yan was the opposite kind of disaster altogether.
Hu Yan was raw, ravishing beauty; he was not noble, not polished, not untouchable... but wild and impossibly alluring in a way that made her brain short-circuit.
His personality was gentle, soft, and almost embarrassingly pure. He smiled like sunlight. He looked at her like she was treasure.
But his desire...
Gods above, even fire would feel shy standing next to it.
Where Xuan Long simmered in deep, controlled heat, Hu Yan blazed. His want was loud, fierce, and overwhelming. He didn’t hide it. He didn’t restrain it. He didn’t pretend to be composed. He wanted her with a simplicity that could crush mountains.
And right now, with his huge body moving over her, his breath hot on her skin, his pace ruthless, and his sounds unfiltered, she felt every ounce of that desire burning straight through her.
Her fingers dug into his arms as another shockwave rippled through her.
She realized...
One was a storm hidden behind a serene sky.
The other was a wildfire wrapped in a gentle smile.
And she... unfortunate or blessed... had tasted both. The forbidden fruits...of a world she never belongs to.
Her breath broke into another helpless moan as Hu Yan thrust deep again, pulling her back into the present with a full-body jolt.
And even while his movements stayed relentless, his hands were not idle for even a moment.
Of course they weren’t. They had a mind of their own.
One large, warm palm slid up her side, kneading her softness with such eager enthusiasm that she almost forgot which pleasure was hitting her from where.


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