In this position, Wen Yi couldn't see his expression, nor did she know what he was about to do next. Some senses were involuntarily amplified, and this time she had no room to struggle.
Mo Shichen took her twice on the sofa, followed by a fierce struggle and suppression during the intermission. Still, Wen Yi's stamina was far less than the man's, and she eventually gave up.
Once she became "obedient," Mo Shichen finally found the sofa too cramped for his liking, unfastened the belt that had bound her hands, and then, carrying her horizontally, returned to the double bed in the bedroom, and directly mounted her, kissing her without purpose.
He really liked her skin, pale and silky soft, with an extraordinary tactile sensation. Too much pressure would easily leave marks, and looking at those uneven bruises, he had a kind of morbid desire, patiently branding her until they spread across her entire body.
The night deepened into confusion and haziness.
