The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan-Chapter 619 - 617 Little Swindler (First Update)

Yelu Yan delicately kissed Li Xianyun’s cheeks and collarbone.

The warm breath carried a scorching temperature, his moist lips pressed against her skin, light and soft, rippling away.

Yelu Yan peeled Li Xianyun’s clothes down to her waist, then continued to kiss lower.

It was in the drowsy moments that one’s desires are often kindled.

Especially amid panting and low moaning, it was easy to lose reason in the heat.

How could she sleep with him doing this?

Seeing Li Xianyun arch her body in response to his kisses, Yelu Yan leaned over and claimed her lips.

Yelu Yan invaded forcefully, and Li Xianyun could only part her lips to let him in.

She let him stir within her.

While kissing her, Yelu Yan’s hand advanced under her skirt, roughly and hurriedly tearing at her undergarment.

Li Xianyun’s skin was delicate, reddened after just a few tugs.

Her undergarment was tossed aside by Yelu Yan, who then pressed forward.

Li Xianyun, always sensitive, couldn’t help but widen her eyes, her body momentarily stiffening.

Yelu Yan pulled back from her lips, lifting his head slightly, gazing into Li Xianyun’s star-like beautiful eyes, "Xianxian, did you sleep well last night? Did you miss your husband?"

Li Xianyun softly hummed in affirmation.

But Yelu Yan pressed against her with more force.

Li Xianyun moaned softly.

Yelu Yan gazed at her, his expression stiffened by desire, "My little liar, you overslept last night, yet you claim to have slept poorly?"

Li Xianyun pressed her lips together. How could Yelu Yan not know about her late rising when he had people report her every move?

Indeed, she had not slept well last night, troubled by nightmares, which led to her waking up late.

Yelu Yan misunderstood, but Li Xianyun did not wish to explain, to avoid worrying Yelu Yan.

While Li Xianyun pondered how to get through the situation, Yelu Yan had already continued on his own, "I certainly did not sleep well. Without you by my side, I had a lonely pillow and restless thoughts, unable to fall asleep."

Therefore, he could only rise early to diligently tend to his affairs, hoping to quickly resolve matters with Murong Ce, to open Li Xianyun’s heart and let her live worry-free with him.

Li Xianyun meant to tease him a few words, but seeing his earnest demeanor, she ultimately held back.

This man missed her, just as she missed him.

Li Xianyun reached up to touch Yelu Yan’s cheek, noticing his stubble had been shaved.

"My lord, I missed you too."

"My little liar."

Even though Yelu Yan said this, a smile quickly spread across his face, and he kissed her lips deeply.

An airtight kiss descended as Yelu Yan parted her legs, lifting and placing them on either side of his hips.

And so, he entered her.

Li Xianyun’s pupils dilated, she wrapped her arms around Yelu Yan’s neck, their necks entwined in an embrace.

The brocade curtains swayed, and the chamber was aflutter with flushed agitation.

Beads of sweat, as large as beans, rolled down Yelu Yan’s neck, dripping onto the freshly cleansed body of Li Xianyun.

Li Xianyun lay open, allowing Yelu Yan to pluck at her willingly.

Not until having exhausted various positions did Yelu Yan release the beautiful woman beneath him.

Li Xianyun’s cheeks flushed, watching Yelu Yan as he left to clean up.

There she lay, sprawled out and exhausted, her body carrying a languid air as the mingled scents of their encounter circulated idly beside her.

Awoken from sleep by Yelu Yan’s kisses, she was now fully rested. Despite being sore to the core, sleep eluded her.

Li Xianyun stared blankly at the bed curtains until Yelu Yan entered, witnessing a scene that nearly made his nose bleed.

"Still not enough? Should we..."

Li Xianyun glanced sideways at him and turned over, presenting her naked back to him.

After all, he had seen everything, touched everything. She remained shy in his presence but couldn’t be bothered to cover up anymore.

Because it was pointless to hide; if Yelu Yan wanted to do something, nothing could stop him.

Yelu Yan bent down and embraced her.

Li Xianyun was scared out of her wits, her eyes wide with panic, "Husband, husband, I really can’t anymore."

Yelu Yan was truly being too much today, releasing all of the pent-up anger from last night.

The corners of Yelu Yan’s mouth curved upward, the laughter in his eyes undeniable, his iron arms still wrapped around her, "I am taking you to bathe, what else did you think I was going to do?"

Li Xianyun’s heart relaxed, thankful she had just overthought it.

And yet... perhaps she hadn’t overthought it at all.

Yelu Yan said "my darling," and then placed his large hand on her buttocks, lifting Li Xianyun upright in his arms.

Li Xianyun looped her arms around him, forced to be seated astride him, as if a monkey with limbs spread clinging to a tree.

If they were going to bathe, he could have just carried her horizontally. There was no need to hold her like this.

He was doing it on purpose.

The two of them without a stitch of clothing, candid in their closeness, hugging so tightly, it was utterly embarrassing.

Moreover, Yelu Yan was clearly doing it intentionally, pressing against her most vulnerable spot.

That hard, powerful pressure.

How could Li Xianyun not feel it?

Her head buzzed, her little face as if steamed in a basket.

Itchiness crept out from her bones.

Li Xianyun timidly looked up at Yelu Yan.

He was looking back at her with a wicked smile, his gaze hot and intense, as if it could melt her.

Li Xianyun couldn’t withstand that gaze, held onto his neck tighter, pressing her little face against his muscular shoulder, her breath hot on his chest.

This man was tall and strong, not a single part of him that wasn’t firm.

His figure was imposing and compelling.

Yelu Yan’s breathing hitched, stirred once again, he moved slightly.

Li Xianyun, as if facing a great enemy, backed away.

But he held her so tightly, his long rough fingertips sinking into her fair delicate flesh, there was no escape.

Li Xianyun, aggrieved, said softly, "You’re a bad man."

"That makes me bad?" Yelu Yan chuckled deeply, and randomly kissed the top of her head.

Having said that, Yelu Yan carried her towards the bathing room, his large hand on her tailbone intentionally holding her tight.

A moan involuntarily escaped Li Xianyun’s blushed soft lips, she bit her lower lip quickly, not allowing herself to make such embarrassingly alluring noises again.

They walked like this the whole way, rubbing against each other the entire time.

Upon entering the bathing room, Yelu Yan intended to put Li Xianyun down.

However, Li Xianyun wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, her chest pressed close against him, her legs clung to him, refusing to let go at all, her entire little face buried in the crook of his neck.

It was clear she was moved.

Whenever Li Xianyun was moved, she would hold onto him that tightly.

Yelu Yan continued to support her buttocks, allowing her to hold on to him as tightly as she wished.

After a while, Li Xianyun slowly relaxed, the heat on her face also gradually fading.

But she wasn’t willing to let Yelu Yan off so easily.

Li Xianyun lifted her head slightly and bit down on Yelu Yan’s shoulder.

Yelu Yan grunted softly.

Actually, she barely exerted any force, and it didn’t hurt at all, but he grunted out of being moved.

To Li Xianyun it was a punishment, but to Yelu Yan, it was the utmost tease.

Li Xianyun released her bite and looked at her handiwork.

There was a ring of red tooth marks, both deep and shallow, on Yelu Yan’s tanned skin, still carrying her breath.

Li Xianyun’s cheeks flushed, her long eyelashes fluttered, looking up at Yelu Yan, "I called you bad, are you scared now?"

Yelu Yan lowered his head, about to touch her little face.

Li Xianyun softly "hmmed" and dodged backward with her head.