"Let's go!"

He hugged her and boarded the yacht.

In fact, this day is really exhausting.

But facing the sea breeze, warm and hot, comfortable makes people feel comfortable.

All the unpleasantness and sadness disappeared with the wind.

Finally arrived an hour later.

The sun has set.

The dewy red glow shimmered on the surface of the sea, like a burning flame.

Got off the yacht.

Qi Hanyue found out that this was a neatly built simple wharf.

It's all made of logs, in a primitive style, but it looks indescribably beautiful.

The promenade of the pier is lined with countless lights to guide the way.

A black man gestured to them.

Mo Qingcheng nodded.

So the black man ran away.

"...... this?"

It looks like the marina is not far from the beach.

Just now, the black man walked away, and the pier connected to the beach all the way with sparkling lights, dotted with stars.

The silvery sand is still breathtakingly beautiful in the fading glow.

Mo Qingcheng took her hand and walked towards the beach.

The silver sand has a heart pattern of flowers.

Candles lit, and a candlelit dinner.

Someone handed over a bouquet of flowers.

Qi Hanyue hugged her in her arms blankly.

It seems that the definition of romance is nothing more than that.

He led her to the table and pulled out a chair for her.

There were already two black waiters serving them dishes with plates.

Open the silver cover.

A variety of delicacies reveal their true colors.

Lobster, fish, prawns, steak and fruit salad, and delicious mushroom soup.

The white wine is poured into the glass, and the sparkle is dazzling.

"A meal to eat in this place, it seems too far!"

What Qi Hanyue really wanted to say was that it was too uncreative to go to such a distant place for a candlelight dinner.

After reading Bai Xiaofei's words, there is nothing wrong with it, Moqing City does not have romantic cells.

This is probably the biggest romance that Mo Qingcheng can express.

It seems that in the days to come, don't imagine a certain surprise and romance, it should be far away from her.

Mo Qingcheng raised his glass.

"Cheers to our happy newlyweds!"

She had no choice but to raise her glass, and the two cups touched lightly, making a crisp clanging sound.

Suddenly, the sky at night burst into brilliant fireworks.

Dazzling.

She looked at Mo Qingcheng with a gentle smile in her eyebrows.

Looking up at the sky, the fireworks rose brilliantly in the air to form "Holding the hand of the son and growing old with the son!" ”

In the air, the man announced the love words that this man had never spoken.

It seems impossible not to be moved in my heart.

There was a feeling called warmth and emotion, which made her suddenly feel like a new wife.

also began to believe that the man in front of him would really take care of her for the rest of his life.

He pushed away the chair, walked over to her, and took her hand.

The palm of his hand caressed her ear, and suddenly stretched out in front of her eyes.

A ring sparkles in the palm of the palm.

Like the brightest star in the sky, it lit up her eyes.

"Thank you, dear, for marrying me! In this life, I will be your family, your husband, your lover, your confidante, and the father of your children! ”

She was speechless.

He gently slipped the ring into her finger and kissed it at the corner of her mouth.

"And give you a biggest dream!"

He gazed softly into her eyes and snapped his fingers.

Suddenly, the whole island was surrounded by lights.

A pearl seems to rise on the stretch of the sealine! Sparkling.

She looked around in surprise.

It's a small island in the Pacific Ocean with beautiful scenery, and she doesn't even know the name of the place.

Under the lights, by the waves, the whole view of the island seems to be full of shadows, with a charming mystery and charm.

Someone was clapping in the distance.

That's probably the perfect companionship of the opposite sex a woman could have, she thought before she came.

He is so sophisticated that she can't imagine, or because he is so sophisticated, she can't help but feel a little jealous, most of the man's sophistication comes from his experience as a woman, and there is always a kind of humility and protection in his way of treating her.

It seems that every thing, every action is arranged to please her and satisfy her, and she also has all the fantasies and expectations of all women for love, and she has to admit that all this thoughtfulness completely satisfies all her fantasies. He was very attentive to her, so naturally he made her night so pleasant.

He picked her up.

She snuggled into his arms.

Countless petals fell from the sky, a rain of petals sprinkled by black people on both sides.

There are countless instructions.

"This island is my dowry!"

Mo Qingcheng looked at the woman with slightly wet eyes in his arms, and the corners of his mouth were hooked.

Came to a chic hut.

It's the paradise in her mind.

Looking back at Moqing City.

He leaned over and hooked her back, his hot lips pressed down.

The hot breath was strongly intruded, and it was inseparable from each other's surging emotions that were inseparable from each other.

I don't know when, she was taken by him to the dark room, the moonlight cast by the large glass windows that fell to the ground, and the hot and humid sea breeze blowing in from the open glass door, so that she could only see the darkness in front of her.

It seemed that the brain lost a lot for a moment, and all the senses only noticed the gentle exploration of his tongue, which began to be slow and gentle; Then the storm took control of her mind and will, and her arms around his neck began to tremble, and her heart beat at the moment, which she believed was measured by the throbbing of the blood that flowed through her body.

It was as if the kiss had been going on for a long time, and he held her delicate cheek so easily, so that her body was completely close to her. The banter of his lips and tongue is quiet demagogy. As her last worries receded, she felt like she was about to melt away from the warmth that flowed through her chest and abdomen.

Her left hand was held tightly by him in the palm of his right hand, and her right hand slowly caressed his strong back, feeling his solid muscles, the bulge of his spine, and she instinctively probed the details of his body structure.

completely ignored that what he touched under his palm was completely Chiguo's skin, and his clothes seemed to be out of consideration for a long time, and he didn't know when he would get rid of them all, and he couldn't even do a trace of distraction.

All the heat is concentrated in his sensual kisses, and the omnipresent touches.

They were forgotten in the silence of the half-light, and they could only hear each other's gasps and unconscious whispers of pleasure. Like the waves turning its gentle face to the moon, the cold moon gradually bloomed in his arms, and her shy sensuality grew with confidence.

He had been aroused by pain, but held on firmly, resisting his condition so that she would not feel the pressure.

And she felt ....... at the moment Safe, free and relaxed, able to open her heart, experience this new emotion intimately with another person, and explore her own limits.

This is completely different from the feeling in Burma, when she was still a girl, shy, naïve, sweet but hesitant, but now she is a woman, with a deeper and richer passion that is unique to women.

She was confused to see him leaning her back on his arm, a position that just stood out from the roundness of her chest, and his bushy black-haired head was leaning on top of it, her lips resting on it, and she closed her eyes tightly to prevent herself from seeing the more sinister picture, but closing her eyes made her feel more sensitive.

Even though he had kissed her, she was panicking over the danger this man posed.

But now, when all is in place, she can concentrate on savoring the details.

She was fascinated by his taste, his cold lips, which had warmed up completely, would harden and heat up again.

She surveyed the width of his shoulders and slid her palms over his, feeling his muscles covered in muscles. She stroked his hair, feeling the weight, smoothness, and coldness of his hair, and the warmth at the roots of his hair.

It's all starting to get fascinating.

"Relax, my moon!"

His hard thighs parted her legs, and pressed against her with the heat of self-control, which surprised her, and his hands unconsciously tried to push him away to cover his red body, but this action was stopped by him holding her wrists on either side of her head.

Hanyue felt like she couldn't breathe.

There was a dangerous aura of danger in him, and the piercing alarm of the perception pierced her consciousness, but it quickly turned into a wave of pleasure with panic and temptation. She felt his muscular thighs squeezing between her legs, parting them, and felt his hot strong abs against her much softer abdomen, and felt his hard chest press against hers.

Her mystery was burning with shame and throbbing to the rhythm of her own heartbeat.

He approached her in the dark, and this he was bigger, stronger, and more dangerous than the Moqing City during the day.

The moonlight was enough for her to see the contours of his eyes, the lines of his cheeks, the stubble of his beard, and the crisp smell of his body, even if neither of them had time to shower.

His expression seemed to be filled with primal pure male satisfaction.

and the victory of plunder.

His eyes were sharp, as if he were staring at a prey that was about to be devoured by the bones.

He gripped her wrist with one hand and held her chin with a hot, hard palm, turning her face towards him. He pressed down on her and opened the dash of his tongue, the dazzling domination of his lips. She replied helplessly, gripped by the scorching madness.

The palm of her hand slid down and made a mess around, igniting a spark that made her powerless to resist and obedience.

He guided his stiffness toward her, and he leaned over to pressure her to accept him.

The cold moon tensed around her body, and her breathing accelerated.

This pressure quickly turned into a burning pain, a real pain.

He relaxed his strength on her, comforted her gently, kissed her lips, tongue and cheeks to let himself go deeper with each restraint. Her fists clenched the sheets beneath her. She looked away, closing her eyes tightly to stop the tears from seeping from between her eyelashes.

Passion cannot stop the continuation of this pain.

It hurts so much.

For a moment, Hanyue almost wanted to quit, wanted to push him away, this was not the kind of passion in the imagination, nor was it the perfect ambiguity in the movie.

He turned her head to face her.

Seeing her eyes open instantly, glistening with tears in the silver moonlight, then she couldn't take her eyes off.

His chest heaved to breathe, a voice that was loud in the silence of the bedroom. The man who fell on top of her did not have the slightest elegance and sophistication, nor did he have any gentle care, and his face was tense with desire and hope.

He hugged her, forcing her eyes to look at him, and a self-control cries erupted in his throat.

"Shhhh Hush! Plunged into the depths of her silky body, struggling to break through her last barrier.

She cried out, her body bent in rapid pain. The pain was compounded by the shock of the dizziness that came with the invasion, which was worse than she had expected. Her delicate interior trembled, trying to adjust herself to the massive, hard intruder.

A raw, low growl burst out of his throat, and he held himself in restraint to soothe her from the pain she had just struck.

I want to be gentle with her.

But her moist eyes looked at him tenderly, especially when his mind and heart were stirred up and desperately restrained, and all his forbearance and self-control were shattered, and she was hot, tight, slippery, and wet...... His.

At this moment she is completely his.

All immediate uncertain worries are deeply satisfied.

Blindly looking for support, every muscle is trembling. His heavy body settled on her, pressing her even closer to the mattress.

She lay dizzily under him.

She felt like she had been crushed into powder, unable to even organize a coherent thought.

She thought it was over, but at that moment, she realized that it wasn't over.

Because he didn't mean to let her go in the slightest.

That profoundly possessive gesture took over her senses.

Gradually, Mo Qingcheng was no longer able to restrain his forbearance, and he also strongly realized that his body was in a situation that he had never been in before.

He could feel the blood flowing through his veins with a steady heartbeat rising in temperature and speed; He could feel the pace of the gasp in his lungs gradually disrupting, and he could feel the intense unsatisfied need straining his muscles, and he could feel the heat of Cold Moon's body, enveloping him wetly, just because he was still in her, satisfied but not satisfied.

And she was naked under him, just as he had wanted so many times.

Then there was a sudden turn, the restraint and reason in his brain were detached, and the blood all over his body was ruthlessly telling a strong desire to vent nowhere, hope, he wanted to sprint, move, expand and collide, everything as long as he got the satisfaction of being released.

He wanted to make it happen.

But he knew that this time could not be reckless.

She lay motionless under him, desperately trying to keep herself still, as if trying to avoid attracting his attention again.

She made his heart tug at her.

Mo Qingcheng put aside all the needs that needed to be released and soothed, and allowed himself to focus on the task of soothing her.

The realization that she could not leave only the release of brutal impulsive passion and the merciless pain of pain made him obel him to soothe her pain and return her to the pleasure and security of their first passion, which was the first time a woman should have arrived, and not only the savage possession of pain.

Once again he began to move, slowly moving through her body.

She felt it, her hands spread over his chest, as if trying to push him away.

The pain made her resist and fear, and she had quickly returned to vigilance and vigilance from the passion she had just had, and in such a situation, their union would probably only leave unpleasantness and embarrassment.

She wanted to leave and protect herself.

"Nope." He snapped, cutting off her resistance.

This voice almost made Qi Hanyue aggrieved.

Could it be that the man in bed is so strong that he doesn't care about the woman's feelings, knowing that this is her wedding night?

Not everything should be gentle, caring, endlessly cherished and cherished.

This is clearly not the case.

This man almost demanded that she obey, and even the first tenderness disappeared.

Her tears welled up again.

"I'm not going to stop. I know I'm hurting you, but before I finish, I'm going to let your tears flow for loving what we're doing. ”

He knew that his attitude was definitely not gentle, he had almost no experience in treating a woman like this, but he was even more afraid that he was not good enough, so that she would be afraid of his proximity from now on.

He can't!

She stared at him, her eyes darkened with sadness.

But she didn't say anything, he clung to her, adjusting their positions to maximize her feelings.

He felt her thighs tremble against his body.

But he forced himself to ignore it.

Softened his voice and tried to soothe her.

"I'm going to make you feel very good from now on." He assured, kissing her soft lips and feeling them shiver slightly under his lips.

She still didn't say anything, but for a moment of hesitation, she slowly wrapped her hands around his neck, the cold feeling of her arms seemed to indicate her low mood, and after a while her fingertips moved and pressed him, and he felt relieved by the permitted movement.

Hanyue closed her eyes again, concentrating on herself to continue to endure the pain of the use of her body.

It was her husband, maybe the first time, and she suddenly understood why a woman's first time always had tears! Those movie plots where all the first time was a moan and a cry of passion are absolutely deceitful.

Swindler!

At this time, this is the limit of what she can bear, although her body can tolerate pain more than ordinary women, but now she can't move, can't think, all she can do is endure.

She wanted to cry about the shock, the pain, and the disappointment, but she couldn't.

She was helpless, her body was pierced; All she could count on was his pity and pampering, but apparently he didn't look at all.

At first there was only boundless pain.

But suddenly, his firm frequency made her hunch over a sensation other than pain, but no less sharp.

There was no warning, only a fading pain and an increase in pleasure.

And finally a joyful thump made her cry.

He repeated, a suppressed moan that made her feel helpless to realize that her body senses were completely breaking free of the determined loss of control she had assumed.

She had felt a little cold before, and her body was unbearable dry.

Now she was so hot that she felt like her whole body was heating up with the strong heat flow. The heat was concentrated on her legs and rose to her lower abdomen with each inner thrust and condensed there, burning her more and more with more and more heat and comfort.

Her hands slipped from his neck to his shoulders, clenching so tightly that her nails sank into his muscles.

He moved her back and forth, swaying her, each slight pull triggering a new explosion of pleasure within her. She had just felt like she had been mercilessly lifted up to a mountain of her senses and drifting towards a vertex she couldn't see clearly,

Until she gasped in despair, whimpering and bowing firmly to him.

I hope to get that moment of climbing.

But he always pushed her away from that place, until at last she was sent to the peak of brilliance by him.

The fireworks are brilliant.

She shuddered, trying to melt into his body, completely destroyed by the sudden pleasure.

Just like when she was crushed by the pain before.

Mo Qingcheng allowed himself to remain still and deep, clenching his teeth, but the feeling of her body tightening was difficult for him to control at all, and after a low moan, he gave up completely, throbbing and relaxing himself.

He made her feel her pleasure without attaching it, which reinforced the feeling of the moment. It was as if from a great distance he heard himself moaning again and disintegrating in her arms.

Fell deep on top of her.

She collapsed limply under him, sane and dizzy.

She had never known that there really were those pleasures and vertigo that could replace all pain, that those moans and murmurs were self-exiles when they were unconscious of a bodily passion, that there was no such thing as a rehearsal at all, that all the wonderful sensations that could not be described at the very top had replaced all other reason.

Even pain becomes a process of accumulating pleasure.

She thought vaguely before she fell asleep.

Maybe that's the beginning.

It seems that marriage can be regarded as a union of deep love.

Even the departure of the heat source on her body only made her murmur.

Immediately after that, the sinking of the mattress beside her made her grunt dissatisfied.

A pair of large hands gently parted her legs.

drew her protests.

"Shhh

A cool, moist fabric was clinging to her legs, and he cleaned everything lightly and gently, then dried her with a soft towel.

She sighed comfortably, and then he cleaned everything up, lifted the sheet and slipped inside, close to the smooth body, hugged into his arms, and kissed her gently on the cheek, only to bring her over in her sleep.

Mo Qingcheng chuckled.

Happy newlywed, Mrs. Mo.