A Song For A Summer’s Night - Chapter 103

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Su Xiang led Xun Zichen to the bed, pulling him in.

She cupped his face, kissing him fiercely, feeling the slide of his tongue over hers and the sharp exhale he made against her mouth.

“I love you,” Xun Zichen whispered, reminding her.

Her heart clenched at the words because she felt it through his voice, his actions. “I love you, too,” she replied genuinely.

He entangled his legs with hers, and the towel slipped from the waist, the only piece he wore. Su Xiang loved the feel of his muscled body, the generous touches he made on her skin, causing her to murmur his name.

Zichen. Zichen. Zichen; his name rolled off her tongue like a song, a song about their voyage and journey. From all the times he was gone, he thought of her, and she thought of him. There wasn’t a moment of realization between them; it was a gradual feeling between denying their sensitivity towards each other, the aching want, afraid of what the other thought.

Su Xiang clutched at his silken black hair, smooth and thick beneath her fingertips. She loved the colour of his locks, pitch-black as midnight, enough to show a phoenix rising against the dark.

He kissed her abundantly over her soft pink lips, flushed cheeks, over her temples, between the brows. He indulged himself in her, slow and steady.

She felt him harden against her thigh.

She wanted him; she wanted him in her—

Xun Zichen undid her robe, lifting her in his arms, cradling her head, kissing her hard.

Her hand slid up his arm, feeling the considerable firmness of his bicep. He held her head with one hand, kissing her neck, and the way he carried her was like the position of lovers in an old aristocratic painting.

He was gentle.

Xun Zichen placed his hand between her thighs, gliding his hands, teasing her legs. He then went in and around her pussy, locking eyes with her, pumping until she wet his hands profusely. The flames in his eyes spread, burning through his skin, scorching throughout his fingers as she clung to him.

She bit her lip, creasing her brows, looking into his depthless eyes, locked with hers.

The climax shattered through her and onto his hand.

She exhaled deeply, almost as if she was holding her breath the entire time. Xun Zichen smiled.

She then flipped him over, going down on him. Her mouth went over to his length; her tongue grazed between the slit and over the head. She was revisiting the time they shared, the morning after their first kiss.

She had never done anything to a man at the time, and yet she dared herself to. She claimed him as hers, and since then, there was no going back between them.

He groaned out her name as she stroked and mouthed him. His hips bucked, eager to thrust. She looked up at him, gliding her tongue over him, ensuring that he was watching. He fought not to close his eyes, not to miss a moment of her pleasuring him.

Xun Zichen moved his hips against her mouth, Su Xiang slurped, gagging slightly at his thrusting cock.

When he felt close to finishing, he sat up, flipping Su Xiang over.

Her body gently sprawled over the plush bedsheets. Xun Zichen kissed her back, over her spine and shoulder blades. She shivered, clutching at the bedsheets beneath her.

He arched her back, bowing his head over her shoulder, sliding inside from behind.

He kissed between her shoulder blades, thrusting behind slowly. He took his time, connecting their bodies.

He lifted himself, gripping her waist firmly, bucking her hips against him. He pounded in her, collecting her hair to use as a rein, keeping him steady.

Su Xiang felt him deeper in this position, stroking in, hitting all the right spots at the same time. He went faster, blowing her back.

Su Xiang made sounds through her gritted teeth, and it was like music to Xun Zichen’s ears.

The times after their first consisted of tumbling over the sheets, making love until sunrise. But this time, he was mercilessly and wholeheartedly, fucking her. She enjoyed how ravenous he was, rough.

They skipped the condoms, but Xun Zichen had used them during most rounds, and if he didn’t, he would pull out. If he didn’t make it on time, then that was a problem for later. They were impulsive when it came to love-making.

Su Xiang spilled, and Xun Zichen pulled out, grunting, shooting his load over her ass, sliding over her core.

Xun Zichen fell next to her, laying flatly on the bed, regaining their breaths. Naked, he reached out to tousle her sweat-slick hair aside, running his thumb over her cheek. He looked at her appreciatively.

“Next time,” Su Xiang said breathlessly, “I want you to do me in one of those meeting rooms.”

Xun Zichen laughed shortly. “If we get the chance, I’ll fuck you in as many as we can get away with,” he said.

Su Xiang smiled, and she laughed too before closing her tired eyes.

Xun Zichen stood up. He went into the bathroom, grabbing a new towel, rinsing it before returning to the bedroom. He went over to Su Xiang, cleaning her body.

After he finished, cleaning hers and his, he took her in his arms, placing the blanket over her. Due to their earlier round, Su Xiang wasn’t facing the headboard, but the opposite side of the bed. So he grabbed a few pillows to cushion her head, and they slept facing the edge.

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In the morning, Xun Zichen woke up with his legs tangled with Su Xiang. He laid down next to her, waiting for her to wake.

An hour later, Su Xiang woke, her waist feeling sore. She pouted at Xun Zichen. But he did everything for her. He helped her change, grabbing her breakfast, placing their things back into their overnight packs.

They checked-out, and Xun Zichen dropped her off at home.

She kissed him over the mouth as they parted ways, and he drove away.

He then followed the directions of an address, driving over to a five-story mansion.

It stood in front of him like a fortress, lavish, enriched in marble, cobblestone pathways, and a fountain. It had two courtyards. Some statues stood on small pillars in front of the house, guarding the yard.

He went up to the towering doors, releasing a breath, knocking on it.

Someone opened it, a butler, his face long and grim.

“Who wishes to see the Master?” he questioned.

“Su Chen,” he replied.

The man shut the door and returned shortly after.

“He doesn’t want to see you,” the butler said.

Xun Zichen smiled grimly. “Tell him that it’s Xun Zichen.”

The butler shut the door again, and when he returned, he opened the door wide, letting him in.

Inside was low-light, only the morning light showed.

The butler led him through long, dark halls with serpentine wallpaper until they entered a large room.

A man with white hair and blue eyes sat down on a high chair.

Xun Zichen walked up to him, bowing respectfully.

“Can you help me?” he asked the old man.

The man frowned, cruel and sharp. “I didn’t think there would be a day when a Xun bowed before my feet,” replied Long Yuntian.