Chapter 185: The Real Wedding Night

Chapter 185

The Real Wedding Night

Song Ren kissed her again, his kiss sweet and tender, the soft tip of his tongue slid in to tease her small tongue. An Le playfully entwined her tongue with his, eliciting a deep moan from his throat. The more they kissed, the more insatiable they became, their bodies pressed so tightly against each other that no space remained between them.

Song Ren’s sharp nose nuzzled her soft cheek, inhaling her sweet scent deeply. The beautiful woman before him was no longer just a dream. Her body was warm, soft, and every touch was so irresistible that he couldn’t pull away. His handsome face buried itself in her neck, nibbling on her delicate earlobe until An Le giggled from the ticklish sensation.

"Keke, A’Ren, don’t kiss me there,"

She said in a charming tone. Song Ren murmured in response, his kisses trailing down her graceful neck to her collarbone. His large hand cupped her soft breast, causing An Le to feel shy, though she didn’t stop him. He was her husband, after all, and being close like this was only natural. The few pieces of clothing she had left slipped off once again. Her body trembled slightly as the cool dawn air touched her skin, but it wasn’t long before his heated body pressed against her, warming her instantly. His face nestled against her chest before he took her sensitive peaks into his mouth with unrestrained hunger. An Le felt heat surge through her entire body, as though she had a fever. Her slender arms wrapped around him tightly, her fingers threading through his thick hair as she let out soft moans.

"A’Ren..."

Her tone was soft and pleading. An Le had never experienced anything like this before. It was as if her body was no longer her own, as if she had lost all control. Song Ren rose to kiss her lips gently, before continuing his trail of kisses lower and lower, barely leaving any part of her untouched. His hand moved to caress her delicate core, slowly sliding a finger into her tightness.

"Ah!"

An Le let out a sound of protest, trying to close her legs.

"A’Le...don’t be afraid. I’ll try not to hurt you,"

Song Ren whispered, his voice hoarse but still gentle.

"Hic...What...what are you doing?"

"We’re about to consummate our marriage,"

He murmured, kissing her flat stomach.

Hearing the word hurt, An Le suddenly remembered what she had overheard the palace maids gossiping about the wedding night. They had said the first time could be painful. Could it be that what had happened earlier wasn’t truly consummation? Her thoughts were interrupted when Song Ren’s strong hands spread her legs, his face lowering between her thighs. His lips placed gentle kisses on her inner thigh before moving to her delicate flower. His moist tongue touched her intimately, causing An Le to tremble uncontrollably. She squirmed and gasped, as if she couldn’t breathe.

His skilled fingers slid into her wetness as he tortured her with his mouth and hands. An Le’s hips lifted in response, her body feeling discomfort, but she craved his touch even more.

"Aah...A’Ren..."

She moaned his name, unsure of what she wanted. Song Ren finally rose above her, positioning his hardness at her soft, wet entrance. Both their breaths came in short, quick bursts. An Le could feel something hot and firm pressing against her.

"Mmm...A’Ren...what are you doing...?"

She moaned softly, her body tensing slightly. He clenched his teeth, struggling to contain the overwhelming sensations flooding through him.

"Don’t...tense up...I won’t be able to hold on..."

Song Ren whispered shakily, his voice filled with both urgency and tenderness. His lower body continued to press into her tightness with difficulty.

"Ahh...it hurts...Mmm...A’Ren...it hurts...Aah..."

An Le, normally so brave, now had tears welling in her eyes. Song Ren leaned down, kissing her forehead and cheeks to comfort her.

"My love...just bear with it a little longer...Didn’t you say you wanted twins?"

"Does it have to hurt this much?"

Song Ren didn’t answer. Instead, he silenced her protests with a kiss. His strong hand slid down to rub her sensitive bud, trying to arouse her. As An Le’s body unconsciously writhed in response, he finally managed to push deeper inside her, filling her completely.

An Le let out a muffled cry, her body trembling as a strange mix of pain and pleasure washed over her. Song Ren’s muscular frame froze, trying to give her time to adjust to the sensation of him inside her. Her tight warmth gripped him so tightly. Only when her breathing returned to normal did he begin to move, slowly and gently.

Their soft moans intertwined as Song Ren gradually picked up the pace. His handsome face tightened with concentration. The feeling of being enveloped by her body was beyond incredible, and he quickened his thrusts as his desire mounted. An Le’s slender frame rocked beneath him, prompting him to grip her narrow waist tightly. The sound of skin meeting skin mixed with their moans of pleasure. An Le’s body tensed, her mind going blank from the overwhelming sensations, and even as her body went limp, Song Ren didn’t stop.

The silver light of dawn began to creep over the horizon, softly illuminating Song Ren’s face. His sharp eyes gleamed with burning desire, his gaze intense and seductive. He locked eyes with her beautiful eyes as he continued to torment her from below, not relenting. An Le gripped the bedsheets tightly, her moans coming in broken gasps in response to the rhythm of his thrusts. Her soft lips were swollen, her long hair tousled, and her perfectly shaped body was covered in love bites. Seeing her like this only fueled Song Ren’s passion even more.

He quickened his pace until An Le felt as if she might faint from the overwhelming sensations. Finally, his tall, muscular body tensed, and he released a hot, thick liquid inside her, making her feel an intense warmth spread throughout her abdomen. He remained inside her for a while, holding her tightly, until his tensed body relaxed and his breathing returned to normal. An Le, still catching her breath, felt as though she were drowning in his scent, surrounded by his warmth and a sweet, intoxicating fragrance she didn’t recognize. Song Ren lifted himself up and slowly withdrew his large and uncomfortable self from her. Her body gripped him, making a soft, intimate sound as they parted. The two locked eyes for a moment before looking away, both embarrassed. Song Ren lay back beside her, reaching out to gently hold her soft hand. They lay in silence for a while, until An Le was the first to speak.

"So, this is what the wedding night is like. You said you had no experience,"

She said, half-complaining. Even though he knew how ridiculous what she had done earlier that evening, he still let her misunderstand it like a fool.

"Never having done it doesn’t mean I don’t know how. Besides, I didn’t want to rush you. If it made you happy to think that way, what harm was there in letting you believe it?"

Song Ren replied gently. He had become the tender, gentle second young master once again.

"You’re crazy! You were secretly laughing at me, weren’t you?!"

The kisses and cheek pecks were nothing compared to what had just happened!

"Not at all, A’Le. Whatever you do, you’re the cutest."

He replied, then rolled over to embrace her. An Le playfully pushed against his chest.

"You made me hurt. I’ve never felt pain like that in my whole life."

"Does it still hurt? Perhaps I should check..."

"No need!"

An Le quickly refused, her cheeks flushing a soft pink. Seeing her blush, Song Ren felt the heat rise within him again. He pressed his sharp nose against her soft cheek and murmured softly,

"A’Le...if you’re not tired, maybe we could..."

Just locking eyes with Song Ren’s longing gaze, An Le found it impossible to refuse him. Seeing that she didn’t answer, Song Ren took it as consent and began a new round of passionate lovemaking. By the time the sky turned golden, the freshly wedded bride lay completely drained, feeling as if she’d been put through an intense ordeal all night. This gentle, shy Second Young Master—on the bed, he’s nothing but a devil. An Le protested in her heart after being taken advantage of by him to the point where she could barely move a finger.For the first time, An Le felt embarrassed as the maids entered to tend to her that morning. The bed was still a mess, stained with the remnants of their passionate night, hinting at just how fiery it had been. Fortunately, the maids were well-trained, going about their duties without displaying any reaction. Song Ren, already dressed and waiting in the adjacent room, patiently sat while his new bride got ready. Once she emerged, the newlywed couple held hands and walked together, full of joy, to the tea ceremony.