Transmigration:The Villain Wants A Happy End Without His BeastHusbands-Chapter 145: Always The Quiet Ones

"Hnn.. ngh... oh gods... you’re so—" Ningyan’s voice broke apart into breathless gasps.

He couldn’t even tell if the sounds spilling into the air were his own. They were stretched thin and unrestrained, blending with the wet, rhythmic impact echoing through the chamber.

All he knew was the overwhelming relentless sensation.

His body jolted with every movement, nerves igniting, heat coiling deep inside him as pleasure rushed through him like something alive. Something that refused to let him breathe, refused to let him rest.

He had no sense of time. Only the way his body was being taken apart and pieced back together, over and over. Too full. Too much. There were two cocks inside him, after all.

"Yan’er..." Meishan’s voice came out low and rough, breath uneven, his handsome face flushed as he drove in deep.

"Hng...!!!" A broken sound tore from Ningyan’s throat as his toes curled, his back arching instinctively, chasing that unbearable, addictive friction that kept striking deep inside him. "Fuck... yes!"

He was loud. Too loud.

Some distant part of him wondered if anyone could hear but it didn’t matter. He couldn’t stop.

Meishan didn’t slow. Not even a little bit. His emerald serpent eyes glowed, darkened with heat and something far more consuming, his hands firm on Ningyan’s hips, controlling every movement unerringly and without pause.

Ningyan clung to him, his bare scarred skin flushed, slick with sweat, his fingers digging into Meishan’s back as if grounding himself was the only way to survive what was happening to him.

Each thrust dragged another low, broken, uncontrollable sound from him. His vision blurring as his head tipped back, eyes unfocused.

His body was still struggling to adjust, still learning, still reacting too sharply to everything at once.

It really was always the quiet ones.

This was only their second time and Meishan was already like this. Bolder. Hungrier. Driving into him with a rhythm that left no room to think. Only feel.

"I... ngh—" The sound dissolved as his body tightened, a warning he couldn’t even properly voice.

His back arched sharply.

Meishan reacted immediately. He leaned down, catching Ningyan’s lower lip between his teeth, sucking at it with quiet intensity before claiming his mouth completely, swallowing the broken cry that followed.

Ningyan’s fingers dug deeper into his back as the tension snapped. His release hitting him all at once, sharp and overwhelming, his body shuddering beneath him.

A soft, trembling whimper escaped him and then he melted into the kiss. Breathless. Shaking. Clinging.

But even then Meishan didn’t stop his deep thrusts.

And when Ningyan found just enough awareness to respond, he kissed him back. Just as desperate. Just as consuming. Like neither of them could ever get enough.

At that same moment, Meishan’s thrusts grew faster, deeper, losing what little restraint remained.

Ningyan clung to him, holding him tight as soft, broken whimpers spilled from his lips and then, Meishan broke the kiss with a deep, guttural grunt, his body tensing as he spilled inside him, a harsh cry tearing from his throat.

Ningyan’s back arched sharply.

Tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, his breath catching, body trembling from the overwhelming rush.

Meishan cupped his face at once, his expression changing completely. Concern replaced the earlier hunger, his gaze searching Ningyan’s face with a softness that didn’t match the way he had just been driving into him like he wanted to bury himself completely inside.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked quickly, voice low, almost unsteady. "Was I too much?"

His thumb brushed away the tears trailing down Ningyan’s flushed face.

Ningyan’s fingers tightened in his hair, tangled at the back of his neck, his lips parting slightly as he tried to catch his breath.

He couldn’t believe Meishan was asking that.

A small smile tugged at his lips, soft and dazed, despite the tears still clinging to his lashes.

"No..." he murmured, voice drawn out, unfocused. "It felt... good."

His mind was still hazy, thoughts slow, body heavy with lingering heat.

Meishan blinked, as if unsure what to do with that answer but Ningyan saw it.

The way his gaze lingered. The way something darker flickered beneath that concern.

He liked this. He liked seeing him like this, flushed, undone, completely beneath him.

Ningyan’s hand slid from his shoulder to his cheek, fingers warm against his skin.

Meishan paused for a moment before lifting his hand to meet it, their fingers intertwining slowly, neither of them breaking eye contact.

Ningyan’s hair fell messily across his face, framing features still soft with afterglow, and he found himself staring still a little disbelieving.

This beast. This composed, quiet, scholarly beast prince was the same one who had just unraveled him so completely.

"I adore you so much, Yan’er," Meishan whispered, his voice soft, almost reverent.

His emerald serpent eyes flickered faintly as he moved his hips, slow and deep, driving into Ningyan in a rhythm that made his swollen lips part on a shaky breath.

Meishan’s hand slid to his hip, gripping firmly, holding him in place as he thrust again, steady and controlled, preventing any retreat, keeping him exactly where he wanted him.

The slow rhythm filled the room in no time.

"My life is yours... my existence is yours... everything is yours..." he murmured between each measured thrust, his gaze fixed on Ningyan’s face, watching the way his eyes rolled back, the way pleasure softened his features.

It made something tighten in him.

His control slipped.

The next thrust drove deeper, sharper, striking that spot with precision.

Ningyan whimpered. "Please..." he begged, voice trembling.

He didn’t even know what he was asking for.

His mind had gone completely blank, body teetering on the edge again, each deep thrust hitting the same place over and over, pushing him closer and closer, until...

His fingers clutched tightly at Meishan’s shoulder, a low, broken whine escaping him as his body arched, twisting helplessly beneath him.

Meishan’s grip remained firm on his hip, unyielding even as Ningyan came again, release spilling between them, his body shuddering through it.

Meishan followed soon after, a rough breath leaving him as he filled him again, pushing deep, holding himself there for a moment to keep it all inside.

Ningyan’s chest rose and fell rapidly, breath uneven, eyes slowly focusing on Meishan’s face and then he lifted himself, pulling him down into a kiss.

Their mouths met with the same hunger, devouring, refusing to part.

Meishan’s fingers trailed down his back, brushing lightly over the scars before tightening around him again and without pause, he moved. Driving into him once more.

He was slow at first. Then deeper. His earlier release slipping between them as the wet rhythm built again, while Ningyan could only breathe helplessly, his head falling back, body trembling beneath the relentless pace.

The stamina alone was driving him insane.

For a fleeting, delirious moment Ningyan wondered if he had already died and this was heaven.