Chapter 588 - 359: Under The Moonlight(Extra Chap)

The cliff edge lay only a few meters away.

Wind swept up the face of the cliff in cold gusts, lifting strands of Ye Hongyan’s hair and making the heavy curves of her breasts shiver.

Haoran felt the height in the way the air moved as he braced one hand beside her head and used the other to gather both breasts together, pressing them tight so he could drag his tongue through the deep valley between them.

"Ah~!" She moaned, the sound almost lost in the wind.

He took one nipple between his teeth and tugged, just enough to make her gasp and arch.

The motion made her breasts shift and settle against his palms.

He released the peak only to suck it back into his heat, working it with tongue and gentle pressure until her hips rolled helplessly against the hard ground.

The cold night air kissed every inch of skin his mouth left behind, tightening her further.

"Stay still," he ordered when she tried to reach for him.

Her wrists remained crossed above her head as he rewarded the obedience by lowering his body so the hard line of his cock pressed through his clothes against the soft heat between her thighs.

He rocked once, slow, letting her feel the promise of it while he continued to lavish attention on her breasts—sucking, biting lightly, soothing with his tongue.

Moonlight silvered the wet trails he left on her skin.

A stronger gust of wind rushed up the cliff, chilling the saliva on her nipples until they ached.

"Mmmh~!" She whimpered as Haoran lifted his head, studying the way her body trembled—not only from cold, but from the edge of something sharper.

The drop waited only a few steps away as he could feel it in the way the earth seemed to tilt toward emptiness.

He rose to his knees, still straddling her hips, and began to undress her with deliberate care.

The rest of her clothing came away in slow pulls as the night air claimed every newly bared inch.

When she was naked beneath him, pale and luminous against the dark stone and sparse grass of the cliff top, he simply looked, her breasts rose and fell with each quick breath.

The wind made them sway, while far below, the wind kept its indifferent rhythm.

Haoran stood and offered his hand. She took it as he pulled her up easily, steadying her when the wind pushed against her bare body.

For a moment they stood at the very edge, the world falling away at their feet.

He turned her so her back pressed to his chest, one arm banded around her waist, the other hand rising to cup a heavy breast from beneath.

He pinched the nipple between two fingers and rolled it while the cold wind did the rest of the work as she shivered hard against him.

"Feel that?"he murmured against her ear. "How high we are. How little stands between you and the fall."

His fingers tightened just enough to make her gasp. "You’re going to stay exactly as I put you. Understand?"

The fall wouldn’t really harm them, it was just for the thrill.

She nodded, breath shaky as he released her only long enough to shed his own clothes.

The wind bit at his skin, but he barely noticed.

When he was bare he guided her a few steps back from the edge, then further still, until the open cliff gave way to the first dark line of trees.

The woods waited close, a wall of shadow and whispering leaves as he led her into them without hurry.

The temperature dropped the moment the canopy closed overhead.

Moonlight fractured into thin silver blades between the branches while the ground underfoot softened from stone and sparse grass to damp earth and fallen leaves.

The sound of the cliff wind faded, replaced by the quieter language of the forest—creaking limbs, the occasional night bird, the soft rush of wind through high leaves.

Haoran stopped her beside a thick old tree, its bark rough and dark as he turned her to face it and placed her hands against the trunk at shoulder height.

"Stay like that."

She did. The position arched her back and presented the full weight of her breasts.

He stepped in behind her, chest to her back, and reached around to gather both heavy curves in his hands.

He squeezed, lifted, let them settle again, his thumbs found her nipples and rubbed slow circles.

The contrast of cool night air and the heat of his palms made her shiver as he pinched both peaks at the same time and held the pressure until she made a small, desperate sound.

Only then did he ease the hold and begin to play in earnest—rolling, tugging, flicking.

Every motion made her breasts sway and bounce lightly against his hands.

He pressed closer so she could feel the hard length of him against the soft curve of her ass, and when she pushed back instinctively he answered with a slow grind, never stopping the steady torment of her nipples.

"Wider," he said.

She shifted her feet apart. The new stance opened her further as Haoran slid one hand down the plane of her stomach and between her thighs, finding her already slick.

He stroked through the wetness once, twice, then returned both hands to her breasts as if that was the only part of her that mattered.

He lifted them, weighed them, squeezed until the soft flesh overflowed his fingers.

The tree bark scraped lightly against her palms each time she shifted.

He moved to her side without warning, still keeping one hand on a breast while the other guided her to turn.

Now her shoulder blades rested against the rough trunk as he lifted one of her thighs and hooked it over his hip, opening her.

The position made her breasts thrust forward.

He took full advantage—lowering his head to suck one nipple deep while his fingers worked the other.

The wet heat of his mouth contrasted with the cool air until she was panting, head tipped back against the tree.

When he finally released her nipple with a soft pop, it stood tight and glistening.

He admired the sight for a moment before claiming the other, his free hand slid between her legs again, two fingers pressing inside without preamble.

She clenched around him at once. He fucked her slowly with those fingers while he continued to suck and bite at her breasts, never giving her a steady rhythm, never letting her settle into the pleasure.

Leaves rustled high above.

Somewhere deeper in the woods an owl called.

Haoran ignored all of it.

He withdrew his fingers, slick and shining, and painted one of her nipples with her own wetness before sucking it clean.

The act made her moan louder.

He did the same to the other peak, tasting her thoroughly.

Then he turned her again, this time facing the tree fully, and pressed her chest to the bark.

The rough texture scraped lightly over her sensitive nipples as he kept her there with a firm hand between her shoulder blades while he stepped in close behind.

The thick head of his cock nudged between her thighs, sliding through the slickness he had encouraged.

He did not enter. He simply rocked, letting the shaft drag against her folds and clit while his hands came around to cup and squeeze her breasts against the tree.

Every forward push made her nipples drag across the bark.

The dual stimulation—rough wood in front, hard heat behind—drew broken sounds from her throat.

Haoran set a slow, relentless pace, grinding against her while he played with the heavy weight of her breasts.

He pinched and rolled the peaks, pulled them outward, pressed them flat to the trunk again.

The cold night air found every place his hands left behind.

He reached down, guided himself to her entrance, and pushed in with one long, controlled thrust.

"Ah~!" The sudden fullness made her cry out.

He held still, buried deep, both hands returning to her breasts as if anchoring himself there.

Only when her breathing evened slightly did he begin to move—deep, steady strokes that rocked her against the tree.

Each thrust made her breasts sway and scrape while he matched the rhythm with his hands, squeezing on the inward stroke, releasing on the outward, until the sensations blurred together.

The woods swallowed the wet sounds of their bodies while Haoran’s breath was hot against the back of her neck.

He bit down lightly on the curve where neck met shoulder, never losing the grip on her breasts.

When her legs began to tremble he shifted, pulling her back a step so she leaned more heavily against him, then guided one of her hands to the tree again for balance.

The new angle let him drive deeper.

He used the leverage to lift and drop her breasts in time with his thrusts, watching the pale flesh bounce and settle in the fractured moonlight.

Sweat cooled on their skin wherever the wind found them.

Haoran slowed deliberately, almost withdrawing completely before sliding home again in a single thick glide.

He repeated the motion until she was shaking, then stopped entirely while still buried inside her.

His hands never left her breasts. He simply held them, thumbs brushing the tight peaks in lazy circles, letting her feel every pulse of his cock while he denied her the rhythm she needed.

"Please~!" she whispered, the first word she had spoken in a long time.

He pinched both nipples hard in answer and resumed thrusting—harder now, deeper, the wet slap of skin on skin loud in the quiet woods.

Her breasts bounced freely in his grip. He watched them move, fascinated by the weight and the way the nipples stayed tight and flushed.

When he felt her tightening around him he leaned forward, chest to her back, and spoke against her ear.

"Not yet."

He forced himself to slow again, reducing the thrusts to deep, grinding rolls of his hips.

One hand left her breast only long enough to reach down and gather more of her wetness, bringing it up to slick across both peaks.

Then he returned to squeezing and tugging, the added moisture making every touch glide.

The tree bark scraped her palms as she braced harder.

Minutes stretched.

Haoran kept her balanced on the edge—fucking her with controlled power, playing with her breasts without mercy, denying the final push each time her body tried to tip over.

The forest around them felt endless, the cliff and the night sky a distant memory.

Here there was only the rough tree, the cool air, the heavy soft weight of her in his hands, and the hot grip of her body around his cock.

When he finally decided she had waited long enough he shifted his stance, planted his feet more firmly, and began to thrust in earnest.

Short, powerful strokes that drove her against the tree.

His hands worked her breasts in matching urgency—squeezing, lifting, pinching the nipples in time with each snap of his hips.

"Ah~! Ah~!" The dual assault tore a broken cry from her throat.

He felt her start to clench and flutter and this time he did not stop, he fucked her through it, relentless, milking every tremor while his fingers stayed locked on her peaks.

"Ah~!"

Only when the last of the spasms faded did he allow his own release.

He buried himself to the hilt, hands still full of her breasts, and came with a low, rough sound against her neck.

Heat flooded her in thick pulses while he stayed deep, riding it out, thumbs still brushing lazily over her nipples as if reluctant to stop touching them even now.

For a long moment the only sounds were their breathing and the soft stir of leaves overhead.

Haoran eased out slowly, turning her in his arms so her back rested against the tree once more.

He looked down at her breasts—flushed, marked lightly by his fingers, nipples still tight and wet—and felt no urge to cover them.

The night air would do that work soon enough.

He cupped one heavy curve again, gentler now, simply holding the weight while the last aftershocks moved through her body.

Somewhere beyond the trees the wind continued its distant crash against the cliff.

Here in the woods, under the broken moonlight, he kept her close and already began to plan how thoroughly he would use her next.