His Genius Wife Is A Superstar Chapter 1676: Impatient Now, Aren’t We, Madam?”

Prior to Long Jinjing managing a response, her husband's mouth pressed against hers. He lightly bit and drew on her lips. Several seconds elapsed before she could react, overwhelmed by his unexpected tenderness.

Indeed, he possessed the ability to be remarkably gentle when he chose to. Yet his nature remained fiercely dominant. It was inherent to him, unchangeable. Long Jinjing had fully embraced this trait long ago. Truth be told, she relished his commanding presence. It never failed to ignite a thrilling spark within her.

However, today promised an unusual indulgence. He was treating her with exceptional care.

She encircled his neck with her arms, mirroring his softness in her return. Their breaths mingled closely until she lost track of which belonged to whom.

His kisses persisted, trailing from her lips to her jawline, then descending to her throat.

"Nikolai," she murmured softly.

He grazed the sensitive flesh of her neck with his teeth before sucking gently, imprinting a faint red spot.

"Call my name again," he instructed.

"Nikolai."

At that, she sensed him grinding his hips into hers. The firmness was evident. A rush of wetness surged through her in eager expectation.

"Please, Nikolai," she pleaded instinctively.

A wicked laugh slipped from his mouth. "Oh, we’re just beginning, Madam. No need for haste. Your husband will deliver exactly what you crave."

One hand ventured beneath her top. It glided along her side, stroking her skin and sending shivers of pleasure through her.

Yet amid this passionate interlude with her spouse, a portion of her mind lingered on the toddlers dozing in the adjacent room.

"We should speed things up. The little ones won’t sleep forever. Plus, Grandpa Lu and Aunt Yuyan remain downstairs—hmph!"

Lu Zihao sealed her lips once more with his. He refused to allow interruptions from anyone, not even his own offspring or relatives, to disrupt his intimate time with his wife. The mood had taken hold of him. Mentions of others might extinguish his fervor.

She surrendered to his kisses anew.

"Very well," he conceded. "If the madam insists on quickness, your husband will exert himself fully."

He lifted her shirt past her chest, catching her bra along with it, yet left them in place atop her. Her firm breasts sprang free. Having ceased nursing, they had returned to their pre-pregnancy form. Nevertheless, a subtle milky aroma lingered. He bent forward and captured a nipple between his lips, drawing on it.

Long Jinjing let out a moan. She arched her torso, wordlessly encouraging him to lavish equal attention on both sides.

Her form silently pleaded.

He laughed softly and obliged her wish.

Her fingers weren't idle either. They ventured under his shirt, tracing his chiseled abdomen and kneading the muscles. They tensed beneath her palms. She encountered the deep scars marking his flesh. Once more, she admired her husband's stunning physique. His powerful frame, etched with scars and ink, was utterly captivating.

And it belonged entirely to her.

Exclusively hers.

Growing restless, she yanked his shirt from his torso. She disregarded his playful grin. Once removed, she drew him closer and showered damp kisses across his chest.

He emitted a low groan, delighted by her boldness. Though he yearned to prolong the moment, her fingers had turned mischievous. They fumbled with his belt.

"So eager now, aren't we, Madam?" he whispered.

She paid him no heed and persisted in undoing his belt.

Ultimately, he halted to rise onto his knees. He released the buckle, lowered his zipper, and shoved his jeans to his thighs. His underwear strained against his arousal.

"Nikolai, faster."

Long Jinjing's patience waned. Her desire soaked her. She yearned for him to complete her and quench the ache. Her hands tugged at her pants, attempting to slide them off. But her efforts proved fumbling. A simple motion required multiple attempts.

Yet another sly chuckle rang in her ears. Then robust, marked hands assumed control. They stripped away her pants and underwear completely.

Lu Zihao discarded his wife's garments on the floor. He positioned himself upright and gazed at her form.

She lay bare save for the shirt and bra gathered above her chest.

He paused for several heartbeats to appreciate her exposed figure. She appeared so plush and fragile. Though her shape hadn't fully reverted to its pre-pregnancy state, he discovered a preference for this version.

It offered a gentler, more voluptuous fit against his own build than previously.

Above all, he cherished that this body had nurtured and delivered his sons. How could he disdain it?

It was exquisite.

A predatory spark ignited in his gaze. His longing surged, particularly at the sight of his wife's hazy expression.

"Do you desire it, Madam?" he queried in a teasing hush. "Say it."

"I want it. Please...."

"Call my name."

"Nikolai, please. I want it...so badly. I need you...."

He slid down his boxers, releasing his stiffness. His eyes roamed the slick entrance between her legs before settling on her alluring lips. With more time available, he might have coaxed her mouth onto him first, but given her urgency, he yielded. The evening ahead allowed for unhurried exploration anyway.

Thus, he parted her thighs broadly, laying her open before him. He aligned the head of his erection with her shimmering folds. His rigidity swelled further.

At last, he drove forward until fully sheathed.

Mutual sighs of relief escaped them.

Lu Zihao shut his eyes, relishing the warm embrace of his wife's depths. Despite countless unions, his hunger for her remained insatiable. She was simply irresistible. Tailored flawlessly to his preferences.

Long Jinjing initiated the motion. Her hips shifted, seeking to generate heat between them.

He lifted his lids and stared at their joined forms. Evidently, his wife brimmed with unusual fervor today. Her craving for him exceeded the norm.

This aligned perfectly with his desires.

He rose, elevating her lower half alongside him.

Long Jinjing adapted seamlessly to his lead. She braced her arms against the mattress, ensuring solid support. Her husband possessed immense strength. Though only her upper back and head touched the bed, fear eluded her completely.

Lu Zihao widened his stance for balance atop the bed. His jeans and boxers dangled around his waist. He leaned slightly as he gripped her hips, their connection unbroken.

"Prepared, Madam?" he rasped.

"Yes...please...."

"As you wish!"

With that, he commenced plunging downward, pounding into her with relentless force.

"Aaaaaaaah!" Long Jinjing squeezed her eyes shut, clinging desperately to the sheets.

Her lower frame yielded wholly to her husband's command.

Ecstasy surged like a torrent, bursting forth without restraint. She tuned out her own cries, indifferent to their volume.

Her prior concerns about the children stirring next door had vanished the instant her husband claimed her.

Looming over her, Lu Zihao clenched his jaw. Though tempted to chase his own release foremost, he held back. Temporarily, at least. His focus stayed locked on his enraptured wife.

Parenthood had sharply curtailed their dedicated intimate hours. He treasured every stolen opportunity.

Temptations abounded, of course. In his role as a syndicate leader, women frequently offered themselves. In his former existence as Nikolai Vetrov, he would have indulged freely with many.

Yet now, his passions centered exclusively on his wife.

Sainthood eluded him entirely. No illusions there.

Infidelity seemed trivial. Still, for inexplicable reasons, he abstained.

Merely picturing her tears and pain from his betrayal sufficed to clear his mind and repel advances, however alluring.

Therefore... with only one woman permissible henceforth, he resolved to savor her completely—every curve, every depth—until death parted them in this life.

He regulated his drives, swift and forceful, maintaining unwavering rhythm. Neither did he slacken nor accelerate.

Only when her gaze grew unfocused, her complexion flushed a lovely pink, and her moans intensified did he unleash fully.

Fortunately, the bed proved resilient. Otherwise, his vigorous actions would have shattered it irreparably.

"Nikolai!!!!"

Long Jinjing tensed and trembled violently as her peak stretched endlessly. The intensity rolled her eyes upward.

Lu Zihao stilled, his expression intense, awaiting her completion. As she relaxed, he abandoned restraint.

He dropped to his knees, turned her onto her belly, and reentered from the rear. Then he seized her wrists, lifting her torso skyward while his hips collided forcefully with her rear.

The room echoed with slick, rhythmic smacks.

Long Jinjing lacked the energy to react. Her body quivered under his rearward assaults. Swiftly, bliss accumulated once more and crested. She wailed, lost in rapture, as he persisted unabated.

"F*ck." Lu Zihao delivered a final plunge, releasing fully and flooding her within.