Urban Romantic Divine Doctor Chapter 1705 - 1702: It’s So Good to Have You Here

Nevertheless, Lin Yiren did not halt her actions. Instead, she accelerated, her eyes slightly widening with a blend of bewilderment and resolve, as if intent on utterly capturing Xu Wendong.

An alluring and heated atmosphere permeated the room, punctuated only by the ragged breaths of the pair and Xu Wendong's occasional, unrestrained groans, weaving together an intense soundscape.

Just as Xu Wendong felt the cusp of being overwhelmed by sheer bliss, he abruptly sat upright, drawing Lin Yiren up with him and pulling her into a tight embrace.

His lips swiftly met hers, his tongue boldly exploring, voraciously savoring the sweetness within, as if to intensify that ultimate sensation.

The two tumbled back onto the bed, Xu Wendong shifting his weight to press Lin Yiren beneath him. His hands roamed her form with purpose, rekindling the smoldering embers of desire and initiating another bout of fervent entwining.

Allowing the tides of passion to sweep over them once more, they surrendered to the moment, enveloped in their own private world of delight.

Xu Wendong's hands moved across Lin Yiren's delicate body like a predator upon its prey.

From her graceful neck downwards, he caressed her full, firm breasts with unrestrained pleasure, his delighted exclamations echoing his satisfaction.

His fingers also firmly grasped her already sensitive nipples, causing Lin Yiren's slender frame to quiver and soft, broken gasps to escape her lips.

Lin Yiren's eyes grew increasingly unfocused, her hands clutching Xu Wendong's back tightly, her nails digging into his skin, leaving crimson, crescent-shaped marks.

She actively responded to his touch, her waist swaying like a lithe water serpent, pressing her body even closer to his, murmuring indistinctly: "Wendong... I need you..."

The fiery yearning in Xu Wendong's gaze intensified.

He flipped them over, lifting Lin Yiren's legs high and resting them on his shoulders. Adjusting his position, he powerfully thrust forward, entering her heated, yielding embrace.

This time, the penetration was deep and strong.

Lin Yiren arched her head back and cried out, her voice piercing the quiet room, laden with profound pleasure and surrender.

He began to move with primal force, each thrust possessing a raw wildness, the bed groaning in protest under their intense union.

Xu Wendong's hands firmly gripped Lin Yiren's ankles, securing her posture, allowing him to explore her body more intimately.

His eyes were fixed on Lin Yiren's face, contorted by passion, observing the tears of pure sensation that welled at the corners of her eyes, fully satisfying his drive to conquer.

Lin Yiren felt adrift in a tempestuous sea, teetering on the edge of unconsciousness from the overwhelming waves of ecstasy.

Xu Wendong lowered his head, his mouth closing over Lin Yiren's nipple, his teeth gently nibbling while his tongue swirled rapidly.

Simultaneously, his movements below quickened, the rhythm growing erratic, clearly signaling his imminent loss of control.

Lin Yiren's gaze became distant, her body arching as if struck by a powerful current.

Her core tightened involuntarily, a wave of heat surging from within, further lubricating their point of connection and eliciting a guttural roar from Xu Wendong.

At this juncture, the room's sensuous tension deepened, mingling with the potent musk and sweat of the two individuals.

With one final, near-frenzied surge, they both ascended to the precipice of overwhelming pleasure.

Lin Yiren's eyes snapped shut, her muscles tensing to an extreme before instantly relaxing like melting wax. She gasped for air, her chest heaving dramatically.

Xu Wendong, also slick with perspiration, lay heavily upon her. It took a considerable moment before he could regain his composure.

He slowly sat up, gazing at Lin Yiren's face. Exhausted yet profoundly satisfied after being consumed by desire, a complex tenderness and longing washed over him.

Gently pulling her closer, Xu Wendong's fingers traced through her disheveled hair, planting a soft kiss upon her forehead, an unspoken testament to the deep affection that followed their passionate frenzy.

Afterward, they remained locked in an embrace, basking in the lingering warmth of their encounter, letting the moments drift by, oblivious to the world beyond their intimate sanctuary.

Time seemed to suspend itself.

Lin Yiren's breathing gradually steadied, as if emerging from the intense peak of pleasure.

She delicately opened her eyes, a soft haze of bewilderment still present, yet now tinged with a playful glint. Meeting Xu Wendong's gaze, she teasingly murmured, "Wendong, don't drift off too soon tonight. You promised we'd have proper company..."

Xu Wendong's slightly weary eyes instantly flared anew. He let out a low chuckle, his voice husky and deep, laced with residual desire: "Rest assured, sister-in-law, tonight I shall ensure you experience absolute satisfaction."

With that declaration, his hand grew bold once more, slowly caressing Lin Yiren's waist, as if reawakening the dormant passions within her.

Lin Yiren softly whimpered, instinctively moving closer to him, her warm skin making contact like embers igniting a blaze, immediately intensifying the heat between them once more.

Xu Wendong flipped, pinning Lin Yiren beneath him.

He kissed her flushed lips with eagerness, his tongue boldly exploring, entwining and dancing with her soft, pink tongue.

His hands were not idle either; they roamed freely, caressing her soft curves in front, causing Lin Yiren’s body to quiver and delightful gasps to escape her lips.

Next, he shifted his position, guiding Lin Yiren to kneel on the bed, her hips arching high. This captivating posture made Xu Wendong’s lower abdomen clench.

He entered slowly, the initial gentleness swiftly giving way to a surging passion.

With each deepening thrust, Lin Yiren’s cries and surrender echoed, the bed shaking more and more violently, its creaking becoming the backdrop to their symphony of desire.

Again and again, Xu Wendong tirelessly explored Lin Yiren’s body, cycling through various positions.

From a tight face-to-face embrace to a side-by-side hold, and even a wild, uninhibited session from behind.

Lin Yiren’s strength gradually faded. Each time she crested the waves of pleasure, she would go limp like soft clay, yet under Xu Wendong’s tantalizing ministrations, desire drove her to repeatedly drown in ecstasy.

Both were drenched in sweat during their union, the intertwined bodies soaking the sheets.

Lin Yiren’s hair lay scattered haphazardly on the pillow, her cheeks flushed, her eyes long past focusing, instinctively responding to the pleasure Xu Wendong provided.

Xu Wendong’s face was equally red, veins throbbing on his forehead. His gaze remained fixed intently on Lin Yiren, as if seeking to see through her very soul and merge her into his being.

Finally.

After their seventh, almost frenzied, entanglement.

The two collapsed onto the bed, utterly spent, panting heavily, their chests heaving as if they had just survived a life-or-death struggle.

The room was thick with an atmosphere of lingering intimacy. Clothes were strewn everywhere, the sheets hopelessly wrinkled, bearing the clear marks of their lovemaking.

A considerable time later, Xu Wendong mustered a sliver of strength. He turned, pulling Lin Yiren into his arms, his fingers gently stroking her damp hair, his eyes filled with a deep tenderness and profound satisfaction.

Lin Yiren’s lips curved into a faint smile. Though exhausted, she radiated a halo of pure happiness. She snuggled closer to Xu Wendong, whispering, “It’s so good to have you…”