Transmigration; A Mother's Redemption and a perfect Wife.-Chapter 452; Honeymoon Phase 5 (f)R+18

The rhythmic clenching of her body around him was Huo Ting Cheng’s undoing. He groaned deeply, the sound rumbling from his chest as her inner walls pulsed and tightened, pulling him inexorably over the edge with her.

His fingers dug into her hips, holding her firmly in place as his own release crashed through him. His body went rigid beneath her, every muscle tensing as he spilled inside her with several powerful thrusts, his breath coming in ragged gasps against her collarbone.

For several long moments, neither of them moved. Tang Fei collapsed forward onto his chest, boneless and spent, while his arms came around her automatically, holding her close as their racing hearts gradually slowed. Their skin was slick with perspiration, their breathing slowly evening out in the quiet aftermath.

After catching their breath, their chests still heaving in unison, Huo Ting Cheng gently shifted her off him with careful hands. He laid her back against the pillows as though she were something precious and breakable, her hair fanning out in dark waves across the white linen. His eyes glinted with something distinctly predatory as he rose from the bed, the mattress springs creaking softly with the weight shift.

Tang Fei watched him through half-lidded eyes, her body still tingling with aftershocks, small tremors of pleasure still rippling through her limbs. Through her pleasure-hazed vision, she noticed him retrieve something from the dresser, a delicate gold anklet that caught the ambient light, throwing tiny sparks across the ceiling.

"What’s that?" she asked softly, curiosity cutting through her exhaustion. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

He returned to the bed with deliberate steps, taking her left foot in his large hand with surprising gentleness. "Something I bought for you." His fingers worked deftly, fastening the anklet around her slim ankle. The small charms attached to it jingled softly, a crystalline sound in the quiet room. "Perfect."

The sound was oddly sensual, unexpectedly intimate, and Tang Fei felt a flutter of renewed anticipation low in her belly as he positioned himself between her legs again, his broad shoulders blocking out the dim light. She expected gentleness after the intensity of what they’d just shared, expected tender aftermath, but the dark look smoldering in his eyes told an entirely different story.

"My turn now," he murmured, his voice dropping to that deep, resonant register that never failed to make her shiver. "You wanted this, remember?"

Before she could formulate a response, before she could even process what he meant, he hooked his arms under her legs and pressed them back toward her shoulders, folding her nearly in half. The new angle made her gasp sharply, he felt impossibly deep, almost overwhelmingly so, reaching places that made her entire body tense.

"Ting Cheng...." she started, but the word dissolved into a broken cry as he began to move with purpose.

The anklet jingled with each powerful thrust, creating a rhythmic accompaniment to their movements, a delicate counterpoint to the decidedly indelicate sounds filling the room. He wasn’t holding back anymore, all pretense of restraint abandoned, and the sheer intensity made her head spin, made rational thought impossible.

"Too much," she gasped, her hands coming up instinctively to push against his chest, trying to create space, trying to ease the overwhelming sensation. "It’s too big... I can’t...."

"You can," he countered, his pace relentless, unforgiving. "You asked for this, Fei’er."

Tang Fei’s protests transformed into helpless cries, her voice breaking on each sound. The pleasure was almost painful in its intensity, walking that razor-thin line between ecstasy and agony. The angle allowed him to hit depths that made her see stars, that made her vision go white out completely with each deliberate stroke. She tried to tap his arm frantically, the universal signal to stop, to pause, to give her a moment, but he caught her wrists with practiced ease, pinning them above her head with one large hand while his other gripped her hip to hold her in place.

"Ting Cheng, please," she begged, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, threatening to spill over. Her voice came out broken, desperate. "Stop... I can’t breathe..."

But he was too far gone, lost to his own need, his movements becoming more urgent, more demanding. He ground against her with a precision that had her teetering on the edge of consciousness, the pressure building to something unsustainable. The sensations were too overwhelming, too intense, her body unable to process the onslaught.

Her vision began to blur dangerously, dark spots blooming and spreading at the edges like ink in water. "I... can’t..." The words barely made it past her lips.

The last thing she registered was the relentless, pounding rhythm and the persistent jingling of that damned anklet before everything went mercifully, completely black. Consciousness slipped away like water through her fingers.

Huo Ting Cheng felt her body go suddenly, completely limp beneath him, the change was immediate and unmistakable. He stilled instantly, alarm cutting through the haze of pleasure. His hand released her wrists and went to her neck, checking her pulse with practiced efficiency. It beat strongly and steadily against his fingertips; she’d simply fainted from the overwhelming intensity. A slight, satisfied smirk curved his lips as he allowed himself to finish, his movements gentler now, more careful, savoring the sensation without causing further strain to her unconscious form.

"Always clamoring for it," he whispered against her temple, his voice rough with satisfaction and something that might have been affection, "but unable to withstand it in the end."

Carefully, with the tenderness of someone handling something infinitely precious, he withdrew and gathered her unconscious form in his arms. She was deadweight, completely boneless, her head lolling against his shoulder as he carried her to the en-suite bathroom.

He adjusted the shower temperature with one hand, testing it against his wrist until it was perfectly warm, then stepped under the spray while holding her against him. The water cascaded over them both, washing away the evidence of their passionate encounter, the sweat and other fluids swirling down the drain.