Chapter 21: What Comes After
Xue Lan lay like a statue carved by the divine, her skin a tapestry of soft sheen and subtle tremors. The oil Lin Mu had rubbed into her thighs glistened under the low lanternlight, and her entire body shimmered like silk beneath a sheet of moonlight. She lay on her stomach now, the weight of her perfect curves pressed gently into the plush beddings, her legs parted just enough to let the room breathe in the truth of what she was—a wife prepared, but not for her husband.
Lin Mu sat beside her, eyes lingering on every mark he had made—not in passion, but in service.
Her ass, freshly oiled, caught the glow of the room as it rose in perfect roundness from the bed. He had massaged her there last—not groped, not claimed, not owned, but attended to. Her hips, which he had knelt between for hours, were loose now. Relaxed. Her muscles no longer held tension. He'd seen to that.
His hands still smelled of the oil she preferred. Subtle and sweet, made from melting lotus petals over low flame.
She shifted slightly beneath him.
And his eyes dropped again—drawn back to the place between her legs.
Her pussy remained flushed, twitching faintly now and then, as if her body remembered his touch... or perhaps was anticipating someone else's. Her lips were swollen, delicate and parting softly against the plush silks beneath her, still slick with oil and arousal. He had stretched her slowly over the last hour—his fingers, his tongue, and not once did she moan for him. She sighed. Relaxed. Accepted.
Never moaned.
Because he didn't deserve that.
He never had.
Lin Mu swallowed the ache in his throat.