Chapter 4: Code Name 47! (3)

The Cold Grand Hall, the Crown Princess Forced to Please! (3)

In the flickering firelight, his smile was cold and cruel.

From the distance, the lewd laughter of soldiers and the screams of palace maids drifted clearly toward them.

Lin Ying’s lips had been bitten raw at some unknown point; crimson blood meandered down from the corner of her mouth, past her chin, and fell drop by drop onto her snow-white skin.

Red against white—the contrast was stark and shocking, filled with a bizarre sense of beauty.

Bending down, her left hand cupping Chu Yang's face, Lin Ying slowly pressed her lips against those thin lips that wore a cold sneer.

After a moment of hesitation, she finally pressed her half-naked body against his cold leather armor.

Her lips and tongue licked and kissed his blood-stained face; her left hand hooked around his neck to sit upon his thighs, while her right hand trembled as it slid between his legs.

In just a moment, Chu Yang’s heart rate accelerated uncontrollably.

He abruptly raised his arms to encircle that slender waist so close to him; with a slide of his palm, he tore away her final restraint.

Under the candlelight, her skin was as lustrous as jade; though she was already carrying a child, she remained breathtakingly beautiful.

Chu Yang froze for an instant, but wild, beastly lust quickly rose in his eyes. He threw aside the small garment that carried the woman's fragrance and, without ceremony, pinned the naked woman down onto the cold bluestone floor.

Ten years. He had missed her for ten whole years; how could he possibly let her go now!

Her lips, her body, her everything... he had craved them for far too long.

He kissed those petal-like lips, his palms lingering greedily over her delicate skin, his breathing growing rapid with excitement.

However, no matter how he moved, even as he licked her entire body with his tongue, she remained stiff and cold, offering not the slightest reaction.

Chu Yang was enraged!

Who did she think she was? Was she still that arrogant, untouchable woman? Now, she was his prisoner, the flesh beneath his blade; whatever he demanded of her, she had to provide.

Tearing off his belt, Chu Yang didn't even bother to remove his leather armor. Like a beast in heat, he lunged onto the young woman's body, completely possessing her.

Leaning close to her gorgeous, pale face, he watched with enjoyment as she let out uncontrollable moans of pain, his tone unrestrained and arrogant.