580 You Can’t Die on Me (3)

Su Xiaofei merely looked at him, aware of how close he was to her now. She had no doubt that Lu Qingfeng would do anything to keep her safe. However, she didn't want him to commit another mistake because of her again.

When he lowered his lips to her for a kiss, she pushed her worries away and let herself feel him. The kiss was like water for a parched soul—their hands clutching desperately to each other, wanting to say the words that neither weren't able to voice out. Both were aware that they could never be without the other.

One minute, they were in the kitchen preparing their dinner and the next thing Su Xiaofei knew, she was pinned beneath the muscled form of her husband on the bed, unclothed. His grunts of pleasure rivaled her moans. The sounds they were making only got louder and faster as they worked to reach the pinnacle of their pleasure.