Falling in Love With My Arranged-Marriage Husband-Chapter 106 - 81 You are My Lover

Chapter 106: Chapter 81 You are My Lover

Fu Yisi’s hand had already moved to Ji Sang’s waist.

This French-style long dress had ties at the lower back, making it troublesome to wear and even more troublesome to take off.

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The man clearly didn’t understand these things well, as he tugged at it haphazardly, not only failing to untie it, but even tightening it.

Ji Sang felt a pain from being squeezed and whimpered softly. Fu Yisi then stopped his movements and instead slowly moved his hands up to the woman’s shoulders.

His lips began to descend upon Ji Sang’s collarbone, nibbling intermittently. Ji Sang, prickled by Fu Yisi’s hair, could only tilt her head back, exposing her entire neck in front of the man.

Fu Yisi slightly tilted his head up, kissing down her neck notch by notch, leaving marks along her neck. Thankfully, only the dimmest light was on, and Ji Sang tried her best to cover her eyes with her hands, not wanting him to see her look like this.

However, Ji Sang found that Fu Yisi’s kisses seemed to carry a magical power, deeper and more profound than before, making her tremble uncontrollably, her body softening and nestling into his embrace, unable to do anything but indulge.

The man then kissed her mouth corner, unceremoniously prying open her lips and invading her territory. Upon sensing her retreat, he effortlessly entangled her again. Only when she was nearly out of breath did he let go, then he turned his head and gently bit her earlobe.

Breathing heavily, his scorching breath hit the skin behind her ears.

That was the most sensitive spot for Ji Sang; without waiting for her to react, tiny moans escaped from the corner of her mouth. Ji Sang, gasping, lay on his shoulder, her hands unsurely clinging to his neck, feeling his intense heat and fast-paced heartbeat.

“It tickles….”

Ji Sang slightly turned her head to avoid his kisses on her earlobe, her eyes glistening with tears as she looked at him.

Fu Yisi now looked completely different from how he did in the daytime. Now, there was affection, there was desire in his eyes.

No longer that provocative, aloof, and reserved appearance.

In Ji Sang’s eyes, he was even more enticing.

Such a man, passionate because of her.

The living room was very quiet, and it had finally turned completely dark outside. Moonlight streamed in, Ji Sang’s fingers unconsciously grabbing Fu Yisi’s hair, and suddenly, she lifted her head and kissed his lips.

Fu Yisi’s body stiffened for a moment, he lifted his head, reached out and grasped her chin, locking eyes with Ji Sang intently.

After a long look, understanding the meaning behind Ji Sang’s kiss, his eyes suddenly flared with fire, intensely staring at her.

Then, Ji Sang heard that long-constrained huskiness in his voice,

“Are you sure?”

Ji Sang blinked, but before she had time to nod, the man lowered his head and kissed her intensely. This time, Fu Yisi’s movements were even more urgent than before, pulling down her collar, nibbling at her shoulder lightly or hardly.

His hand gradually moved down, only pausing momentarily before he pinched through her clothes, neither too hard nor too soft.

Ji Sang instantly arched her back.

That place, never touched by anyone else before, now felt like an electric shock passed through it, tingling and numbing, and in the blink of an eye, this sensation spread throughout her body.

Fu Yisi’s hand, hot against her skin, moved across Ji Sang’s body through her clothes, and even because of his movements now, Ji Sang’s skirt had been pulled up above her knees, making it easy for Fu Yisi to slip his hand inside.

In that moment Ji Sang opened her mouth to gasp for air, he hesitated not a moment to grip her slender waist.

Skin against skin, without any barrier.

The heated temperature from the man’s hand fused instantly with the cool temperature of the woman’s waist.

Ji Sang almost cried out.

And Fu Yisi was not much better.

Previously, when he was dealing with Ji Sang’s bruises, he knew her waist was extremely slender. Now, he could encompass her waist with just one hand, so fine and soft.

The force in the man’s hand increased slightly, as if trying to press her into his own body.

The kisses became intermittent, yet each was more intense than the last.

Fu Yisi’s shirt became wrinkled, and Ji Sang’s red dress was slightly disheveled; both were panting. Just when Ji Sang thought he might take the next step, Fu Yisi suddenly stopped, withdrew his hand from inside her dress, and embraced her tightly instead.

Ji Sang was slightly dazed, looking up at the lights above, which were swaying.

But she could keenly feel the changes in Fu Yisi’s body.

Just…stopping like this?

Fu Yisi held her so tightly, Ji Sang was somewhat out of breath, she raised her hand to press against Fu Yisi’s chest, trying to get some distance, but he held her waist tightly again.

“Don’t move.”

The man’s voice showed clear restraint.

So Ji Sang stopped moving, loosened the strength in her hands, turned her head to look at the man’s face buried in her neck, and asked softly,

“Why?”

Why stop?

Clearly he had yearned, clearly she had shown her willingness, yet why did he still forcibly restrain himself and stop at the last moment?

As she spoke, Ji Sang clearly heard Fu Yisi let out a soft chuckle and felt his chest trembling slightly. After the man somewhat calmed down, Ji Sang heard,

“I said I could wait.”

“Let’s take it slow.”

“I don’t want you to be scared even a tiny bit.”

He had waited only this morning for this young woman to bravely express her feelings; he didn’t want to rush, didn’t want to scare her. Perhaps, it could also be said that he was being selfish.

In matters of intimacy, he wanted to give Ji Sang the most perfect experience.

Hearing this, Ji Sang didn’t know how to describe her feelings.

The person who had consistently encouraged her to get used to the identity of Mrs. Fu was Fu Yisi, and now, at this critical moment, it was also Fu Yisi who stopped first.

He said, he didn’t want her to be scared even a little.

This reserved and taciturn man had given her all his patience, care, tenderness, and affection.

Ji Sang felt a sourness at the corners of her eyes. She reached out to embrace the man’s waist, buried her head in his chest, and with a low voice, slightly crying yet sounding somewhat coquettish, asked,

“Fu Yisi, why are you so good to me?”

This question, Ji Sang had asked once on the night she had a fever, and Fu Yisi’s answer back then was: because she is his wife.

Now, the man soothingly rubbed her head,

“You are my wife, my lover, if I am not good to you, who else should I be good to?”

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