304 Spoil You Terribly

The mating calls of the crickets had finally died out as morning had broken. Faint rays of light filtered through the window screen, and a hazy shade of an early day's mist was cloaking the nude figures of the couple resting on the bed. 

An amorous atmosphere prevailed in the small enclosure of Li Meirong's unkempt residence. 

As the wife of the Sovereign Lord slumbered in her husband's possessive embrace, her jade-like skin appeared obviously flushed, even several hours after she had fainted. 

The bruise-like marks on her skin remained an absolute affirmation to yesterday's strenuous activities. 

A salty sweat dripped from her partly covered breasts, which rose and fell rhythmically. She looked peaceful in her sleep, pursing her rosy lips ever so slightly. Her hair, slightly damp, messily clung to her face like a dark shawl. 

Bai Qingyue fixed a tender gaze upon the sleeping bundle in his arms. Under the light, Li Meirong seemed to have grown ever more enchanting. 

She was so tiny in comparison to him. So frail. So mortal. 

Yet, this petite, delicate woman took him in, all of him. She cried out her pleasure as he gobbled her up, leaving not a single trace of her untouched or unmarked by him.

The way her body had been tightening on him, answering his every jarring thrust, had sent a rarely felt pleasure like no other rushing through him.

The memory of it alone had brought his manhood to stand ramrod straight once again. 

As if it had a mind of its own, the damned thing kept repeatedly hardening to a painful throb without his consent whenever she was around. 

Furthermore, he was the Celestial Fox God, hailing from a clan known for their prolonged chastity. A clan which preached a way of life that disentangled oneself from the pleasures of the flesh.

However, when it came to her, Bai Qingyue found himself unable to think, and only capable of mindlessly acting upon his most base desires.

He wanted, no, needed to make her pant out his name. To make a mess of her, to plant his seed inside. He needed to make her his. 

Thus, he had taken her again, and again, and again. Emptying his sperm deep within her, every single time. 

Moreover, even when she begged him to stop, he had not heeded her pleas. 

Only when she had fainted, did he finally cease.

Bai Qingyue's palms clenched into tight fists, his nails elongating into claws, drawing blood as feelings of guilt overrode his senses. Remorse tortuously ate at his insides. 

A few hours ago, he had set his fainted wife on the bed, tucked her underneath the blanket and dutifully stayed at her side, regarding her serenely beautiful visage the entire time. He quietly waited for the moment she would finally rouse from her sleep.

But she hadn't. Naturally, she had been far too exhausted to awaken.

He should have exercised some measure of self-restraint, that much he knew. He should have allowed her to rest after they had done it the first time.

And it was, indeed, her first time. He had done his utmost to divert Li Meirong's attention as he tore at her hymen, to distract her from the pain. 

However, it was also his first time, and the lack of his experience had shown. 

He had hurt her.

The unquenchable thirst that had been kept dormant for thousands of years had driven Bai Qingyue to become a mindless beast.

Li Meirong began to stir in her sleep, snapping him out of his reverie. She unconsciously curled up more closely into the curve of his body.

His heart began to pound faster, as though a string connected the beating organ in his chest to her every subtle move. 

The vision before him eased the waves of bitterness which overwhelmed him. 

The corner of Bai Qingyue's lips curved into a faint smile. Huddled up as his wife was against him, she resembled a harmless, little rabbit.

Bai Qingyue gently tucked a few stray hairs behind Li Meirong's ear, careful not to wake her up.

He found it a bit hard to believe that this was the same girl who had been rejecting his advances, who had boldly confronted not only an immortal god, but a dragon member of the royal family, no less. 

This was the same girl who had brazenly stormed into another male's residence, only to beat them to a pulp.

The same silly girl, no, silly woman, for she was definitely a woman now. She was the very same silly woman who, insolently, had considered him to be interested in his own subordinate!

Bai Qingyue leaned closer to her neck, inhaling the fruity fragrance emitting from his wife. Her own unique scent merged with his, a most pleasing blending which he knew he'd never tire of.

His hot breath caused Li Meirong to shiver as she slept. Spurred by her unconscious response to him, he softly brushed his lips against her dotted neck, at the area where he felt her blood pumping strongly. 

She let out a seductive, throaty sound that left him restless.

He gritted his teeth, a physical effort to suppress his desires, knowing that he had to give her ample time to rest.

Sometimes, this frail human, more often than not, drove him so mad he wished to throttle her into submission.

"Although..." Bai Qingyue paused, and adjusted his position to rise over Li Meirong. His lips hovered directly above hers as he whispered, "Oftentimes, I find myself yearning to spoil you terribly, so I will be the only thing you can ever think of."

Li Meirong stayed soundly asleep, completely oblivious to Bai Qingyue's declaration.

The distant sound of approaching footsteps had alerted the Sovereign Fox Lord to the presence of others and broke the tender moment. Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click www.novelhall.comfor visiting.

Bai Qingyue hastily wrapped himself in his robe, threw a quick glance to assess his sleeping wife's condition, and exited the room.

As soon as he left, Li Meirong's eyes shot wide open.