To thank Yanyue, the villagers opened their renowned and medicinal natural hot spring for her. She spent the whole day passing out relief supplies, so she was tired by sundown and gracefully accepted the villager's gift.
Alone in the hot spring, Yanyue was completely naked so that she could thoroughly enjoy the medicinal effects of the hot spring.
The evening here in the mountains was serene. The spring was on the cliff, so as the red sun shone above, it looked like she was drowning in a pool of blood.
Blood.
In her dreams, she saw blood everywhere. It was flowing out of her own body and engulfed the poppies down to their roots. And the seemingly innocent man by her was the sole provider of that blood. It was hard to let go of such a man.
She shuddered. Thinking back to that time always made her afraid. How could she ever forget such an experience that had etched into her brain like poison, even if she didn't want it? There was even physical proof on her body. She couldn't see the scar because her stomach was blocking it, but it was there. That fact was undeniable.
Lying against the rock, she shut her eyes and tried to leave the painful memories as they were—memories. It should stay in the past. Too immersed in grief, Yanyue let her guard down and did not feel the presence of a certain man.
Beichen was wearing a white bathrobe. With one tug, the robe fell to his feet, exposing his symmetrical abdominal muscles and lower body. Then, he entered the spring. The water was clear like fresh stream water, but the warm temperature could boil an egg if left soaked in for a long time.
Yanyue flinched as she felt a pair of arms encircling her from behind. She was unprepared and opened her eyes immediately. The man was strong. He held onto her like a slug, unmoving and sticky.
"Stay still, " Beichen ordered.
Yanyue stopped struggling.
"Move your arms," she demanded back.
But the man didn't listen. Instead, his arms found their way up to caress her chest and nipples, immediately earning an almost inaudible hum from her. He breathed to her nape, and goosebumps spread across her whole body.
"Kiss me."
Yanyue had already felt his erection. She turned around. "Aren't I a slut to you? Why do you still want to touch me?"
He had called her a slut this morning, but he changed his mind real quick when he needed to release his urges. This hypocritical man was the person that she fell head over heels in love with. She thought that she was utterly blind and shortsighted.
"Don't make me repeat," he impatiently threatened.
She would have kissed him willingly any other day. But, she didn't feel like it on this particular day. Every time he kissed her, he would bring her to a whole new world. So, she was scared that she would fall back down once their lips touched.
Yanyue's steadfastness angered Beichen, so he grabbed her chin and forced their two soft lips together. Her muffled protests could barely be heard, and her breathing became stagnant.
She struggled so much that it irritated Beichen. He wondered why a woman with such a big belly could have so much energy.
"Hmm!"
Yanyue pulled back hastily, out of breath.
He had sunken his teeth into her lower lip, causing it to throb and swell. She was furious as she applied heat to the flap by rubbing it back and forth.
The man frowned. He thought that she was too unreasonable to avoid him that much. The truth was, he should have been the one who avoided her. She openly admitted that she seduced those men, so shouldn't he be disgusted instead?
If his body would react to other women, then he would not have touched her, was what he believed.
"The contract has not expired yet. As my wife, you need to serve me," he kindly reminded her as if he cared that she was his wife to begin with.
But fine, Yanyue thought. She had her plan. This was only the beginning.
It wasn't the first time that she had served him anyway. For as long as the contract existed, he would order her to go to Bayside Garden almost every night. After that, he would toss her aside and call her sister or leave her to spend the night alone. She felt like a mistress who was having a secret affair even though she was his wife.
She wondered why he felt no guilt for lying to his so-called lover. It was then that she knew that powerful men like him would never truly love anyone. Women were just tools for them.
Yanyue climbed onto Beichen, her legs spread around his thighs. The heat from the spring was hot, but she could feel another hotter object pulsating underneath her.
As her eyes fixated on him, she grabbed his erection. He liked it when she squeezed him. He would close his eyes in a daze just like now. And she felt in control. It seemed to be the only time that she could conquer him.
Then, she hovered her red lips over his to take in his tongue. The lewd sound of saliva and lips slipping against each other permeated the hot spring.
A string of saliva hung from their lips as they parted. Beichen smirked arrogantly as he gazed at the sight before him; Yanyue's face was red, and her eyes blinded with lust.
She couldn't deny that she was extremely turned on just from making out with him. It seemed that pregnancy had made her very sensitive.
He didn't even need to order her to put it in. In one swift move, she elegantly inserted his erection inside her. She was so wet that he went in with ease.
"Mhm!"
She sat still on top of him, letting him soak in her body. He was big and hot. Then, she started to move her hips up and down.
Her movement became faster and faster. A haze came over her mind and she was lost in the sensation. Her rhythmic and dulcet voice was like music to his ears.
"Beichen!"
It was the first time that she had unapologetically called him by his name. And she wasn't used to it.
As he penetrated her, she was brought back to the past. Everything reminded her so much of them. They were young and naive, but they loved each other. However, he betrayed the vows they said to each other on the poppy field under the luminescent moon.
"Beichen." Her lavender breath fanned his face, and he willingly took it in. The scent was like a poison that he couldn't escape. The more he bathed in it, the more uncontrollable he became.
He snatched her lips again, biting and sucking the swollen flaps to fulfill that urge.
Everything felt good. Blissful.
Yanyue's head rolled back. Her eyes were closed and her mouth gaped open. Her chest rose up and down like a roller coaster. Beichen saw the opportunity to suck on the pink and erect nipples in front of him.
A pleasant moan escaped her lips. Her body clung tirelessly to his. She had already reached her peak, but he had not.
Beichen lifted the exhausted woman and placed her down on the side of the spring. She was too weak to protest when he reinserted himself.
His movement was powerful yet gentle. Slow. Methodically. He reached deep into her womb as she preferred. When he came, he came hard and intensely. He fell beside her and rested his palm on her stomach.
It was tiny and almost invisible, but he felt the kick. It made his heart unexpectedly warm.