What to do if I've locked myself in a book! - Chapter 43

“Crack—” A bolt of lightning mixed with the rain tore across the sky, a cold flash spilling through the window and outlining the two figures.

His serious, startled expression was lit up clearly by the brief white light. She found it funny, looped her arms around his neck, leaned in to an extremely intimate distance, and said coquettishly, “What, do you think I’m fake?”

Ling Qianqian gazed at that cool, handsome face, momentarily entranced. She leaned even closer. Their noses nearly touched, their breaths intertwined, slowly heating up under the accompaniment of raging wind and rain.

He froze, unable to react, when her deep kiss stole his chance to speak.

She thought Bai Yiyan was sulking over being neglected earlier that night. She had no idea that the man she was holding was not that Bai Yiyan at all.

Her soft tongue slipped into his mouth and quickly tangled with his, saliva flowing between their lips and teeth.

The sounds of kissing lingered, and heartbeats thundered, over and over, all swallowed by the endless, profound night and the storm.

Her eager, passionate kiss took over all his thoughts.

To Bai Yiyan, this moment felt like a dream. During the time she was missing, he had experienced countless unprovoked erections. Each time, his heart would race, and Ling Qianqian’s figure would flash through his mind.

He had thought something was wrong with him. That was why he hadn’t written at night lately and always went to bed early.

But now, her vivid embrace and kiss let the obsession he had buried deep inside for her slowly overflow, bringing an indescribable, exquisite sensation.

She tasted sweet—just as he had imagined.

Ling Qianqian felt his kiss gradually turn from passive to active. She enjoyed kissing him very much; this man always made her feel at ease.

Her body pressed against his on its own, craving more touch.

She sprawled over him. Her lower body was already soaked. She wore no bra under her nightdress, only panties. Her breasts pressed against his firm chest as she breathed sweetly and reached out with restless hands, sliding down over his pajamas, along his tight abs, and lower.

“Hiss…”

His defined abs tensed. The intense stimulation made the bulge he already had grow even harder.

Her hand brushed over the prominent swell and slowly rubbed it. The large presence beneath the fabric twitched slightly. Heat surged into her palm, making her whole body burn. She traced the ever-growing outline playfully and boldly. “A-Yan, you’re so hard…”

Her sweet, breathy teasing slipped from lips connected by silvery threads, like a silk scarf brushing his ear, unbearably ticklish. She fluttered her lashes coquettishly and looked into his eyes, already close to losing control.

He was still as handsome as ever, but now, beneath lashes fogged with desire, those usually clear eyes had lost some composure and gained raw want. “Qianqian…”

He hesitated, his voice hoarse as he called her name. The urge inside him surged like crashing waves.

Caught up in the moment, she straightened and straddled his hips. Through her soaked panties, she rubbed her needy core against his swollen length. She lifted his pajama top, exposing part of his well-shaped abs, tracing the pale, sharply defined lines with her fingers while grinding herself against the hard, burning bulge.

It was her first time being like this, and she found herself enjoying it.

“A-Yan, I want it… mm…”

She lifted her chin, restlessly twisting her hips. She was already drenched beyond measure.

Before she could react, the man—long past his limit—suddenly rose and flipped the situation, pinning her beneath him.

Thump, thump—

Caught off guard by his sudden move, her black hair spread out like spilled ink. Her flushed, delicate face turned aside, unsure how to meet his gaze from above.

He smiled faintly. His cool, long fingers brushed aside the hair on her forehead and gently caressed her burning cheek, then threaded into her fingers. Leaning to her lips, he murmured intimately, “You want me inside?”

“M-mm…”

She turned her head away shyly. The boldness from earlier vanished, and she couldn’t even look at him.

“Let me see if you’re ready.”

“Mm, don’t…”

He freed one hand and reached down, pulling aside her already soaked panties and slipping into her hot, narrow entrance. The moment his finger entered, it was greedily wrapped by soft, heated flesh. Juices flowed endlessly, growing wetter the more he moved.

He deliberately pressed her sensitive spot, stimulating her gently yet wildly, stoking her desire. She moaned sweetly, spreading her legs without restraint, making sounds that drove him mad.

Seizing the moment, he suddenly withdrew his fingers. A glistening splash followed, making her turn her head away in embarrassment.

He smiled as he took in her desperate state, lifting his hand before her eyes. Clear, shining nectar coated his long, beautiful index and middle fingers, dripping down in trails and staining the sheets with dark, wet marks.

“So wet already. Looks like you really want it.”

“Annoying…”

Her breathing grew faster. Her breasts rose and fell beneath the thin nightdress, hardened nipples pushing lewdly against the fabric. His other hand kneaded the neglected flesh through the dress. The feel was perfect—soft and full—driving her close to madness.

“A-Yan… hurry… give it to me…”

At last, the man undid his pants and released the fierce length.

The dark shaft slapped against her entrance with a wet sound, splashing lewd moisture and making her stomach tremble as she arched, eager to draw it in.

He pulled her panties aside, fully exposing the flooded flower. His shaft slid up and down against her wet opening a few times, the head brushing her clit now and then, making her squirt repeatedly. After teasing her for a moment, he pressed the tip shallowly into her entrance, ready to thrust in.

“Mm… hurry, come in… I can’t take it… ah…”

Her legs spread wide in an M shape, hands braced on the headboard, desperate for that thick length to push inside.

Outside, thunder rolled. The torrential rain lashed the windows without pause, unable to dampen the surging desire inside the room.

Ling Qianqian lifted her chin and closed her eyes, ready to enjoy the supreme pleasure of that massive presence entering her.

But the expected ecstasy never came. When she opened her eyes again, the man was gone—as if he had vanished into thin air.

Her scalp went numb. Had everything just now been an illusion?

At that moment, Bai Yiyan—having just finished writing—pushed the door open. He froze in shock at the sight of Ling Qianqian leaning against the headboard, legs spread in an M shape, her dripping core exposed, the sheets soaked, and the scene a complete, fragrant mess.