Boundary - Chapter 8 [H]

They hardly ever kiss; the last time might have been on their wedding night. That night, his kiss was rough and bloody.
But at this moment, his kiss is so gentle.
His lips lightly brushed against hers like a dragonfly touching water, pausing for a moment as if waiting for her reaction. When she slightly parted her lips, he covered them again, but this time it became domineering and aggressive, demanding and teasing without allowing any resistance, entwining their tongues wantonly.
This time, she didn’t dodge either. Instead, she reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his upper lip into her mouth and gently sucking. Gu Yetong felt the flesh rod beneath her bounce, and the next second, the man let out a muffled grunt, using one hand to spread her thighs and slide into her flower cave.
Today, Jin Nanting was clearly not in control of his rationality. Unlike before, he didn’t bother with enough foreplay and insisted on entering only when he saw her was desperate and couldn’t wait. When that rough, hard object forced its way into her barely wet passage, Gu Yetong frowned in pain and couldn’t help but bite her lip.
The man, who immediately realized his mistake, instantly restrained his urge to continue charging forward, but he didn’t withdraw. Instead, he buried himself deep inside her, waiting for her to slowly adapt to him.
Unlike the intense pain of the first night, the pain from the friction of the mucous membranes was not severe, but it came in waves. Accompanied by the trembling of her flesh, this pain made her more deeply aware that at this moment, a part of Jin Nanting belonged to her, enveloped and occupied by her.
This realization made her flower quickly secrete more juices.
She tried to move a bit deeper to fully experience the satisfaction of possession, but was held back by Jin Nanting.
“Don’t rush,” the man said roughly in her ear, “don’t hurt yourself.”
The man’s hand moved to their point of union, gently kneading and drawing circles on her clit*ris, while his lips traveled to her sensitive neck, kissing and licking all the way.
The tingling pleasure made Gu Yetong unable to help but tilt her head back, her half-soft body leaning against Jin Nanting. With the rhythmic contractions of her flower hole, she could almost feel the prominent veins on the man’s shaft. He must be enduring immense pain, yet he showed no sign of rushing in, even as her nectar gradually soaked his entire length.
“Okay… okay.” The woman, unable to move up and down due to being held by the waist, could only gently sway her hips side to side to try to quell the itch spreading within her. Encouraged, the man finally tentatively pulled out a bit, then gently re-entered, pushing through the layers of flesh.
After confirming that his thrusts no longer caused her any pain, the man’s rhythm suddenly changed. He kissed her lips again, swallowing all her gasps. His large hands slid down her waist, his long fingers sinking deeply into her snowy-white flesh, lifting and lowering her, dominating the speed and depth of her movements around his member. His solid chest pressed against her ample bre*sts, his flat nipples brushing against her sensitive buds, causing her petals to tremble.
This position allowed the man to easily thrust into her c*rvix, but after her first cry of pain, he held back. His thrusts became faster and faster, but the veins near his temples grew tighter.
“Jin… Jin Nanting!” She wanted to tell him that he didn’t have to hold back for her sake; the impact deep within was painful yet lingering with a sense of aftertaste.
However, the man suddenly withdrew from her body, flipped over, and made her kneel on both knees in the hot spring pool, her hands braced against the rocks at the edge of the pool. “I’ve told you before, don’t call me by my full name at times like this.” Just like last time, the man punished her by biting her earlobe.
So what should I call him? The question lingered on the tip of her tongue, but in the face of his relentless assault, it shattered into waves of soul-stirring moans.
The rear-entry position wasn’t as deep as before, but it allowed the man to precisely grind against her most sensitive spot with each thrust, making it easier for him to free his hands to work on the sensitive bud between her legs. The hot spring water felt like it was boiling, scorching her cheeks and making her breath come in short gasps.
With each thrust, it was as if the man wanted to embed himself within her. She gradually lost strength and tried to support herself with her elbows. Just before her tender bre*sts almost grazed the rough stone surface, the man’s large hand suddenly protected them. The tingling sensation from her erect ni*ples drained her last bit of energy.
Finally, at the moment when the accumulated pleasure broke through the final layer of restraint and surged directly to her peak, Gu Yetong’s vision went black.