Chapter Twenty-Two: Solace
"Ah."
Suddenly, Lin Shuo pushed her against the wall. The violent impact wrenched a sharp, startled scream from her lips, her bag slipped from her grasp and fell to the floor, papers scattering like snowflakes. Lin Shuo gripped her shoulders with iron force; before she could even protest, his soft lips were already pressed to hers. For a split second, her mind went utterly blank—then a thunderclap exploded in her head. His kiss was aggressive, laced with the biting scent of tobacco and alcohol as he plundered her defenses, prying her lips open and tangling his tongue with hers. She tried to turn away, but his hand clamped firmly around her jaw.
Neither of them closed their eyes; what they saw was no more than a blur of each other. There was no escaping, so she met him head-on. Seizing her chance, Xiaoxiao bit down hard on Lin Shuo’s lip. He grunted and pushed her away, and she laughed in triumph. Lin Shuo licked his lips; the taste of blood became a potent aphrodisiac, sending heat surging through his veins. Uncaring, he swept her off her feet and carried her, ignoring her curses and pounding fists. Even when a chair toppled over, he didn’t slow—only when he tossed her onto the bed did he finally give her room to break free.
He pressed her down without hesitation. In the instant their eyes met, she was suddenly seized by despair, realizing she had nowhere left to retreat.
Lin Shuo had never forced her to do anything—not even at their closest, not when she’d depended on him the most, not when she’d followed his every word. But now, he resembled a vampire feverishly obsessed at the sight of blood, unable to stop once he’d begun. His eyes held only three words: "I want you."
His intentions could not have been clearer. Xiaoxiao thrashed and kicked in resistance, but he twisted her arms behind her back and pinned her beneath him, rendering her immobile. He lowered his head and kissed her face, her lips, his deft tongue tracing into her ear, the taste of alcohol lingering as he whispered, barely audible, "Xiaoxiao..." She jolted as if struck by lightning; all her fierce resistance suddenly seemed futile.
Perhaps she was too tired, or perhaps too lonely. She stopped struggling. Her body gradually softened, beginning to respond to Lin Shuo’s touch, docilely yielding to his kisses and caresses. Her hands crept slowly up his back, as if seeking to hold on to the last fragment of warmth in a cold night, striving to fill the emptiness and void of the past four years.
In truth, she needed him so much.
She kissed his lips of her own accord. Encouraged, he grew gentle and lingering, their skin-on-skin contact almost unbelievable in its reality. Heat teased between her thighs, shameless pleasure sparking through her body, her reason and restraint flickering back briefly. Soft, fragmented words escaped her lips; Lin Shuo’s breath against her cheek chipped away at her composure, and even her last protest of "No" came out as a breathless whimper, sounding more like an invitation.
Perhaps she wasn’t as virtuous or resolute as she’d imagined. Back when they were closest, she’d already made her decision—sooner or later, she would give herself to him. She just hadn’t expected it would take four whole years.
When he entered her, there was less pain than she’d imagined. For a few seconds, he seemed surprised, but she moaned, "Don’t stop..." Throwing all caution aside, he loved her with reckless abandon—almost with the fervor of youth—driving her to peaks of ecstasy she’d never known. Instinctively, she moved to meet him, her body’s response betraying her joy; she was so happy, and her happiness came only from Lin Shuo. It always had. She wanted to hold him even tighter, to seek more comfort from him.
Lonely Moments, Don’t Speak of Love – Chapter 22: Comfort
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