Chapter 513 - 510: No Longer Holding Back

Chapter 513: Chapter 510: No Longer Holding Back

Her soft touch and sweet scent were like the most potent liquor, instantly shattering his defenses.

Almost subconsciously, he reached out and wrapped his arms around her soft, feverish body, awkwardly returning the sudden kiss.

Although Bai Wanwan’s consciousness was hazy, her body’s instincts and memories were exceptionally clear.

Unsatisfied with a simple press of their lips, she tentatively probed deeper.

At the same time, one of her restless hands had already slipped inside the collar of Jiao Yin’s light, luxurious Jue Sha robes. Her cool, soft palm pressed directly against his firm, warm abs, caressing them without rhyme or reason.

Her touch sent a jolt of electricity through his entire body!

Jiao Yin snapped back to his senses, grabbing the wrist of the hand that was lighting fires all over him and running wild.

His breathing was already utterly ragged and his chest heaved violently. A deep blush crept across his fair, handsome face, spreading all the way to the tips of his ears.

A stormy crimson churned in the depths of his ice-blue eyes—the struggle between burgeoning passion and extreme self-control.

"Wanwan... stop..." he rasped, the words practically forced through his clenched teeth. "First, tell me, where are you hurt? We need to find the Witch Doctor... Once you’re better, if you still want to... we can... later..."

He spoke with immense difficulty, each word seeming to incinerate his reason.

But in her current state, Bai Wanwan couldn’t comprehend a single word.

All she knew was that this "Liang Yuan" beside her felt wonderful. His scent made her instinctively want to draw closer, to take more from him.

She struggled against his grip on her wrist, clearly displeased. Her other arm only tightened around him as her soft body twisted and writhed in his embrace, and she let out a plaintive, seductive whimper, like that of a young cub.

Jiao Yin’s breath hitched, and his grip on her wrist loosened unconsciously.

Seizing the opportunity, Bai Wanwan suddenly wrenched herself free from his grasp and shakily pushed herself into a kneeling position.

Before Jiao Yin could react, she dazedly and roughly tore open her own, already loose outer garment.

In an instant, a wide expanse of smooth, pale skin was completely exposed to Jiao Yin’s eyes—the elegant line of her shoulders, her full curves, her slender, supple waist...

Bathed in the soft luster of the mother-of-pearl bed and the shimmering light reflecting off the rippling water, the sight was breathtaking—the ultimate temptation.

Jiao Yin felt an indescribable heat surge from his lower abdomen, instantly engulfing his entire body.

He jerked his gaze away in a fluster, his cheeks as red as a boiled shrimp and his neck flushed pink. His voice was an unrecognizable rasp. "Wanwan! Put your clothes on!"

He scrambled to pull the nearby Jue Sha blanket over her, but his hand landed on her slick skin, and his palm felt as if it were fused to the spot.

’He knew he should pull away, but his body refused to obey his mind.’

Bai Wanwan seized the moment and lunged forward, throwing her arms around him again.

She seemed to find the clothes on his body a nuisance. Fueled by drunken strength and stubbornness, she began tugging haphazardly at his collar.

Jiao Yin was already in a panic, and with the fabric being extra slippery in the water, she actually managed to strip off his top in just a few tugs, revealing his smooth, well-defined chest and abs.

Jiao Yin only snapped to his senses when the cool seawater made direct contact with his burning skin.

It was at this extremely close range that he—his judgment clouded by concern—finally saw the truth.

The woman in his arms had skin as smooth as jade, fair and flawless. There wasn’t a single trace of an injury!

He froze for a second, and then it all clicked into place.

’Jiao Yue’s sudden stomachache. Hua Han’s vague claim that she was "badly hurt." The scent of wine filling the room... This was all just a... a...’

In the moment he was stunned, Bai Wanwan had already succeeded in removing the obstacle from his torso. She once again wrapped her arms around his neck in satisfaction, clinging to him like an octopus.

As if that weren’t enough, her warm, soft, moist lips began to trail haphazard kisses and nibbles along his ear and neck, leaving a trail of electric tingles in their wake.

"Ngh..." Jiao Yin’s body gave an uncontrollable shudder, his Adam’s apple bobbing violently.

The hands at his sides had long since clenched into fists, knuckles white and veins popping on their backs.

His voice was so deep and hoarse it was unrecognizable, as if it had been scraped by sandpaper.

He took a deep breath of the cool seawater, attempting one last struggle for control.

"Wanwan... take a good look..." he managed to say, trying to steady her squirming head and make her look at him. "Look at me. Tell me, who am I?"

But the woman in his arms merely grunted in displeasure, stubbornly continuing to wreak havoc on his neck and even trying to untie the sash at his waist.

Jiao Yin closed his eyes. When he opened them again, the crimson in their depths had almost completely drowned out the ice blue.

He suddenly raised his arms, not to push her away, but to clamp her squirming body tightly against his, preventing her from sliding down to wreak more havoc.

"Wanwan," he raised his voice, a storm brewing in his gaze. "Look at me."

Perhaps his raised voice worked, or perhaps she had exhausted her energy struggling, but Bai Wanwan finally stopped moving and blankly lifted her head.

Her gaze was hazy, her shimmering eyes clouded with a thin layer of mist. She stared at him, unfocused. Clearly, her mind was in turmoil, and she was incapable of thought.

But the peerlessly handsome face before her, etched with urgency and restraint, seemed to slowly superimpose itself over an image from the depths of her memory.

She tilted her head and unconsciously called out in a soft, breathy voice, "Jiao... Yin...?"

That single, hazy flicker of recognition was the spark that lit the final fuse.

Jiao Yin’s arms tightened violently, as if he wanted to crush her into his very bones.

His heart hammered wildly against his ribs, a thunderous drumbeat in his chest.

"So... Wanwan, you knew it was me all along, right?" he pressed, his voice laced with a tremor of anticipation he himself didn’t even notice.

However, Bai Wanwan’s mind couldn’t process the question. She just stared blankly at his beautiful thin lips, so close to her own, as they opened and closed. ’They look so delicious,’ she thought. ’I really want to... kiss them.’

And so she did.

She tilted her head up again and perfectly sealed his lips, which had been about to speak.

This time, the thread of reason deep inside Jiao Yin’s mind finally snapped.

All his hesitation, all his struggle, all his sense of responsibility and distance—it was all shattered in that instant by her unskilled yet insistent kiss, by that single, unconscious whisper of his name.

He no longer hesitated. He would hold back no more.

His hand on her slender waist slid upward, its scorching heat supporting her smooth back and supple waist as he pressed her even more tightly against himself.

Slowly, with an almost reverent air, he lowered her onto the soft, mother-of-pearl bed, his tall frame looming over her.