Free Web NovelChapter 365: Sweeter than sweet
There was only the heat of the sunset, the rhythm of their breathing, and the way her lips parted slightly beneath his.
Fu Jingrong tilted his head, deepening the kiss further, slow and consuming. It was not hurried, not reckless. It was the kind of kiss that spoke of longing that had been patiently restrained. Of days spent holding back. Of nights spent simply holding her close instead of crossing invisible lines.
But tonight—
Tonight the air felt different.
Hua Jing felt warmth spread from her chest all the way to her fingertips. Every brush of his lips sent a shiver through her spine. Her playful intent had long since dissolved, replaced by something far more intoxicating.
They broke apart briefly, foreheads resting against each other, breaths mingling.
Her cheeks were flushed. frёewebηovel.cѳm
His eyes were darker.
"Dangerous," he murmured softly.
She smiled faintly. "You caught me."
"I always will."
Before she could reply, he kissed her again — deeper this time, with a quiet hunger that made her tighten her legs around his waist instinctively. Her laughter dissolved into another breathless sound as he began walking toward the house, still holding her effortlessly.
Each step was steady.
Unhurried.
Their lips barely separated between kisses. The path from the garden to the house felt longer than usual, filled with stolen breaths and soft, lingering touches. Her fingers traced down the side of his neck; his hand moved gently along her back, grounding her.
By the time they reached the doorway, both of them were slightly breathless.
He did not put her down.
Instead, he carried her inside.
The hallway lights glowed softly, illuminating the way as he walked toward their room. The door closed quietly behind them, sealing them inside their private world.
He finally lowered her onto her feet, but his hands did not leave her waist.
For a moment, they simply looked at each other.
The teasing spark in her eyes had softened into something vulnerable and sincere. The controlled restraint in his had thinned, revealing the depth of his devotion — and desire.
Hua Jing reached up slowly, brushing her thumb along his lower lip.
He leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss to the corner of her mouth.
She smiled, but the smile melted away as he kissed her again — slower now, gentler, yet filled with meaning. His hands cradled her face as though she were something precious, something irreplaceable.
The kiss deepened again, no longer playful, no longer tentative. It was slow and consuming, filled with a warmth that had been building for far too long. Fu Jingrong’s hands slid from her waist to the small of her back, drawing her closer until there was no space left between them.
Hua Jing could feel the change in him — the steady control he always carried thinning under the heat of the moment. His breathing grew heavier, uneven against her lips. When he pulled back slightly to look at her, his eyes were darker than she had ever seen them, the usual calm replaced by something fierce and unguarded.
He looked at her as though she were the only thing in this world.
As though he intended to memorize every inch of her.
Her fingers trembled slightly as they moved to the buttons of his shirt, pushing the fabric aside. The soft sound of cloth shifting filled the quiet room. He caught her wrists gently, not to stop her, but to steady her — his forehead resting briefly against hers.
"Hua Jing..." His voice was low, roughened by emotion. freewebnøvel.coɱ
She answered him by leaning up and kissing him again.
That was all the permission he needed.
The restraint he had practiced for so long gave way. His hands moved with reverence rather than haste, brushing over her shoulders, tracing the curve of her back. Fabric loosened and slipped, falling softly to the floor in quiet whispers. The air against her skin sent a shiver through her, but his touch followed immediately, warm and grounding.
He lifted her effortlessly and laid her back against the bed. The sheets rustled beneath them, the faint scent of clean linen rising as their movements disturbed the careful arrangement.
For a moment, he hovered above her.
The fading light from outside cast gentle shadows across her face and collarbone. A strand of hair had fallen across her cheek, and he reached down to tuck it behind her ear, his fingers lingering as though reluctant to let go.
His gaze traveled slowly, not greedy, but intense — as though he were afraid she might vanish if he blinked.
"I really want to eat you up!"
He managed to say between laboured breaths
Hua Jing’s answer came in the way she reached for him, drawing him down, her lips brushing against his jaw, his throat. Her touch was no longer mischievous; it was deliberate. Trusting. Open.
The last pieces of clothing slipped away between them, discarded without thought. Skin met skin, and the contact drew a sharp inhale from both of them.
He kissed her again — slower now, deeper — his hand cradling the back of her head as though she were something fragile and priceless all at once. The mattress dipped beneath his weight as he lowered himself beside her, then over her, careful, attentive to every small reaction she gave.
Her hands moved across his shoulders, his back, learning him in the same way he seemed determined to learn her. Every touch sparked warmth that spread and settled low in her stomach. The room felt smaller, closer, filled only with the sound of their breathing and the soft rustle of sheets beneath shifting bodies.
When he finally moved with her, it was not rushed.
It was intimate.
Measured.
A slow unraveling of restraint.
Hua Jing clutched at him as waves of sensation rolled through her, her breath catching against his neck. He murmured her name like a vow, like a prayer, over and over again, as though anchoring himself to the reality of this moment.
The world outside the bedroom no longer existed.
Only her voice echoing through the night,
"Jing Rong..."
"Jing Rong..."
"Jing Rong..."
