The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan-Chapter 653 - 651 This Is All You Brought Upon Yourself (One More Update)

Chapter 653: 651 This Is All You Brought Upon Yourself (One More Update)

The room was small, and in the enclosed space, there was only a small window at the top of the wall.

The window was high up, and sunlight poured in through it, casting golden shadows on the wall opposite.

Yelu Yan carried Li Xianyun into the room and then kicked the door shut with his foot.

Li Xianyun wanted to latch the door, but before she could reach out, Yelu Yan had seated her on a desk to one side, leaned in, encircled her waist, and pulled her towards himself.

Li Xianyun’s chest pressed heavily against Yelu Yan’s solid torso, her arms limply resting over his shoulders.

The next moment, Yelu Yan bowed his head and captured her tender lips.

All of Li Xianyun’s energy was focused on dealing with Yelu Yan; she simply couldn’t spare a hand to latch the door.

Outside the small window, white clouds and blue sky were visible, just a wall away was a courtyard for people to walk, and the door wasn’t even latched—what if someone came in?

How was this any different from a clandestine affair?

Fear and excitement intertwined, making Li Xianyun feel even more tender than usual.

Soon, Yelu Yan had stripped Li Xianyun clean.

He laid out both their clothing on the desk, cushioning Li Xianyun’s buttocks.

Yelu Yan encircled Li Xianyun, his eyes dark and burning, as he surveyed her inch by inch.

In the soft light of the setting sun, Li Xianyun’s skin was pale and supple, her delicate figure captivating and stunning.

Li Xianyun was pressed down onto her thighs, spread out, with her little face turned to one side, too shy to look directly at Yelu Yan.

Although she was no longer a new bride, she still found it unbearable to be scrutinized so nakedly.

For a long while, Yelu Yan made no move.

Turning her head, Li Xianyun looked at him timidly.

Desire and infatuation burned in his eyes.

Li Xianyun pursed her lips, "My Lord."

Yelu Yan wrapped his arms around her supple waist, pulling her tightly into his firm, bare embrace and kissed her fiercely.

Li Xianyun had just faced those Imperial Physicians with her blooming smiles, and now, Yelu Yan’s jealousy was slowly diffusing in his heart, causing him to lose control of his strength.

On the smooth white wall, illuminated by the sunset, was the beautiful silhouette of a woman’s little foot, resting on the hard shoulder of a man.

Half of the shoe on her foot had slipped off, and in the warmth of the sun, it shook wildly like branches in a sudden storm, until the shoe fell off like a butterfly, revealing her pointed toes.

Li Xianyun clutched desperately at Yelu Yan’s arms, her fingertips losing their color.

She bit her lip hard, holding back the sounds of her discomfort.

But the desk continued to creak, its edge colliding with the thick wall, thumping sound upon sound, and who knows what the people outside would think upon hearing it.

Yelu Yan looked down at Li Xianyun from above.

Her eyes, misted with tears, gazed at him shyly and filled with allure.

Yelu Yan bent forward, capturing her lips, preventing her from biting herself.

All of Li Xianyun’s sensations were concentrated elsewhere, and she could no longer respond to his kiss, only half-opening her lovely eyes, mouth agape, allowing Yelu Yan to suckle.

Because she opened her mouth, her voice slipped out.

Though she tried to suppress it, her breathing was urgent.

The restraint made her passion all the more evident.

Yelu Yan, worried Li Xianyun would get tired from maintaining one position, pinched her waist and released her.

Li Xianyun thought, at last, it was over and secretly rejoiced.

But Yelu Yan lifted her from the desk, had her stand on the ground, turned her around, and with one hand pressing down on the back of her neck, made her lean over the desk.

Her chest lightly pressed against the clothing-lined surface, deforming, with her tender skin spilling out.

Even Yelu Yan, standing behind her, could see the scenery revealed.

His woman really knew how to arouse him, perfectly aligning with his desires.

Li Xianyun knew what he was about to do, turned around and pushed him with her arms, but as soon as she touched his arms.

Yelu Yan then seized her small hand and pressed it onto the desk, while he suddenly leaned in over her.

She let out a startled cry.

Her eyes tightly shut, brows deeply furrowed, and her little mouth opened in a painful arc.

Sweat beads from Yelu Yan’s forehead rolled down, striking Li Xianyun’s pale, exquisite back.

Li Xianyun seemed as if scalded, curling up slightly.

Yelu Yan frowned and let out a muffled grunt, pressing down on Li Xianyun’s hand with a bit of force.

After a moment, Yelu Yan kissed Li Xianyun’s back, speaking in a low voice, "Xianxian, you brought this on yourself."

Li Xianyun turned her head to look at him, pushing against him, with an air of reluctance mixed with welcoming.

Naturally seductive, every frown, every smile, every gesture was enough to ensnare one in the clouds.

"Husband, please spare me."

But the more she pleaded, the less Yelu Yan wanted to let her go.

Yelu Yan looked at Li Xianyun’s flushed and perspiring face, "What were you talking about just now that was so delightful?"

"Nothing much."

"Nothing, is it?"

Yelu Yan steeled his heart.

Li Xianyun gasped, biting her lower lip, bowed her head down, her disarrayed hair fluttering, and the hair ribbon tragically lay in the corner, like the garments fallen from the desk.

"Husband, husband, I’ll tell, I’ll tell."

Yelu Yan stopped, bending down to turn her face toward him, looking at her sweat-streaked and blushing profile.

"Just now, the Imperial Physician was telling a funny story about an incident that occurred while treating someone, it was, it was really amusing."

Speaking seemed to drain all of Li Xianyun’s strength, as she lay limp on top of the desk.

A man’s voice came from behind her, "Was it funny?"

What Li Xianyun truly feared was the excitement within her own body; she didn’t carefully analyze what he had said and simply closed her eyes and hummed in agreement.

Who knew that with this single hum, she turned it into a spark that ignited Yelu Yan.

After that, no matter how Li Xianyun turned around to push him away or pleaded for mercy, it was useless.

In the end, Li Xianyun had no choice but to give in and endure.

Her slender and delicate little hand tightly grasped the edge of the desk until her knuckles turned white.

The warm light that seeped through the high windows moved and faded slowly, until the room finally darkened.

Suddenly, a man’s grunt sounded, putting an end to the tumultuous noises within the room.

The woman lay heavily on the desk, her delicate arms resting atop the broad surface, having found herself prone like this for the second time within this hour.

After cleaning up a bit, Yelu Yan turned around and saw Li Xianyun had already risen from the front of the desk, clutching her chest and bending down to pick up their clothing from the floor.

The room dark, Li Xianyun’s skin was as pale as snow, like a bright crescent breaking through the darkness, dazzling to the eye.

With one hand guarding her chest and the other picking up garments, her posture was as gracefully as a lotus standing atop tranquil waves.

Yet as soon as the lotus stooped down, she let out a soft groan, turning her back and resting her hands on the desk, her eyes closed in endurance.

Seeing her struggle, Yelu Yan hurried over, pressing his body against her tender frame from behind.

His body burned hot as a furnace.

Li Xianyun startled, thinking he wanted more, and like a frightened deer quickly put distance between them.

Yelu Yan embraced her, pulling her into his arms, bending over with his chin resting on her soft neck, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

So even bending down was somewhat difficult.

His morning shave had by evening already led to the growth of bristles, which, upon touching her tender skin, felt somewhat itchy.

With her body angled away, Li Xianyun coquettishly complained, "It’s all your fault."

"Yes, your husband is at fault." Yelu Yan said as he kissed Li Xianyun’s delicate neck.