Chapter 123: Should Just Die in His Arms

When the two of them became one, Shi Mo let out a low growl.

He rampaged inside her body.

All reason was thrown to the side.

The feeling of sensuality between them was as wild as a runaway horse.

Fang Mo’er became alert in an instant.

She clung to him as if she had been hit by a heavy rain. She felt that the storm was intense and urgent.

During this time, she almost hit her head on the bed, but was pressed back by his large hands.

The feeling was heavy and deep.

Even though the man was usually gentlemanly and refined, in bed, however, he was simply an animal that did not know what satiety was.

She did not know whether it was because she was overly charming or because he had always been like this in this aspect.

In short…

Fang Mo’er could not help but remind him, “Hubby, could you be a little gentler?”

Shi Mo frowned and suppressed the urge in his body. He had no choice but to turn the heavy rain into a drizzle. “Like this?”

Fang Mo’er felt much better and was instantly overwhelmed by waves of pleasure.

“You like this?” The man reached out and placed his hand on her chest. He pushed and kneaded her chest repeatedly.

Fang Mo’er was already gasping for breath.

Her alluring voice reverberated throughout the room.

He could hear her breathing become more and more urgent.

The man’s lips curled into an alluring arc. He was like a primitive beast that had been tamed by a woman.

He was delighted by her reaction and began to tease her in the way that she liked the most.

Every time she was about to climax, the man would suddenly stop.

She could not help but arch her body and let out an unhappy moan.

“Kiss me.” He gave her an order.

Fang Mo’er kissed him and he began to move again.

She lost her rationality and let out a moan again. Her body was as hot as a hot spring and her brain felt like it was burning up.

She could not reach her conclusion.

Each time before she reached the final peak, he made her return again.

Using such a method, he could have her again and again.

Fang Mo’er did not have time to complain. This was no different from doing it again and again.

Although she understood that in her heart, she could not separate her body from him.

Beneath the moonlight, her skin flushed pink.

It showed how strong her need for him was.

In the end, she could only hug him tightly. No matter how hard he tortured her, she could bear it.

The thought in her mind was whether she was going to die in his arms tonight?

However, if it was done in such a way, in the process of satisfying herself, dying would be worth it.

That was what Fang Mo’er thought in a daze.

She did not know how she finally fell asleep, but she could feel that he had finally let her go.

In the end, there seemed to be no boundary between the flesh and blood of these two people.

Their bodies had overlapped, without any distinction between them.

It was as if they had broken the boundary between their bodies and blended into one.

…

In the morning, Shi Mo opened his eyes and looked at the woman who was sleeping soundly beside him.

She was sleeping peacefully, like a baby.

Beneath her pure white collarbone, there were a series of love bites.

The combination of purity and sexiness was completely displayed on Fang Mo’er’s body.

Initially, when they had gotten married, it had just been a spur-of-the-moment decision.

Who would have thought that he would become more and more inseparable from her?

Shi Mo slowly got up and got off the ground. The sound of running water could be heard from the bathroom.

When he came out, Shi Mo was in a suit and tie again, giving off an ascetic feeling.

He tidied up the underwear that he had casually tossed aside in the room.

He then threw the only condom into the trash can. However, he secretly felt a little smug.

He had used a few condoms the night before last, but last night, he had really restrained himself and only used one condom.

When Fang Mo’er woke up, she saw Shi Mo sitting at the side reading a book.

The man’s hand was placed elegantly on his knee, his other hand flipping the book casually.

His whole body was shrouded in the morning sun, his whole silhouette like a painting.

Sacred and inviolable.

Fang Mo’er was mesmerized by the sight. She moved her body and was about to get up when she felt an obvious discomfort on the lower part of her body.

Only then did she realize that he had overwhelmed her the entire night.

In order to make love to her for a longer period of time, the man had controlled himself to prevent her from reaching her peak at the start of the night.

Later on, when she had finally reached her peak, the man still insisted on not giving up.

In the end, it was only after she had achieved satisfaction a few times before the man finally let her go.

One had to know that people were the most sensitive after they had reached their climax, yet he had continued to do it unhurriedly.

He had forced her to quickly reach the peak of her pleasure repeatedly.

So much so, that she started to associate it with dying in his arms.

The strange thing was that she should have been angry.

However, Fang Mo’er could not muster up any feeling of anger.

She quietly came back down to earth.

Shi Mo’s gaze followed her, a little surprised that she was not trying to seek revenge on him.

He saw the woman enter the bathroom and close the door.

Fang Mo’er looked at herself in the mirror, still feeling in a daze.

Perhaps she had died once and her state of mind had improved.

It could also be because she was completely satisfied that she could not seem to get angry.

After washing up, she was dressed neatly and her reserved look was now restored.