CHAPTER 410: CHAPTER 410; HONEYMOON PHASE 2 I (R+18)

Tang Fei was beyond coherent thought. The pleasure had transcended into something else entirely, something that felt like it was splitting her apart and putting her back together simultaneously. It was so acute it was agony. Her body was no longer her own, wracked by continuous, overlapping waves of sensation that felt like they were tearing her apart from the inside out.

The feeling of him moving inside her, the weight of him pressing her into the mattress, the overwhelming scent of sex and sweat and him, it was all too much. Her senses were overloaded, her nervous system firing on all cylinders, every nerve ending screaming.

She tried to tell him she needed a break, needed to breathe, needed to think, but no words would come. Her vision began to tunnel, dark spots dancing at the edge of her perception. The world began to fade, distant and dreamlike. The feeling of him moving inside her became the only reality, consuming everything else.

"That’s it," she heard him groan from what seemed like very far away. "Let go. Just let go completely."

A final, broken sob was the only sound she made as her eyes rolled back and the darkness rushed up to claim her. She went completely limp beneath him, consciousness slipping away entirely, her body unable to process any more sensation, shutting down as a protective measure. She passed out completely, her last awareness being the feeling of him still moving inside her, still chasing his own release.

Feeling her go utterly still, a final, powerful shudder racked his entire body. With one last, deep thrust that buried him to the absolute hilt, he spilled himself deep inside her with a choked, guttural groan that was almost a roar, his own climax finally overtaking him. His arms trembled, barely able to support his weight, his body convulsing with the force of his release.

He collapsed atop her completely spent, his full weight pressing her into the mattress, both of them slick with sweat and other fluids. For several long minutes, the only sound was his ragged breathing slowly evening out. Her breathing was shallow but steady beneath him, unconscious, but safe.

Slowly, as his rational mind returned, he became aware of what had happened. He carefully rolled off her, his expression shifting from sated to concerned as he gathered her unconscious, limp form into his arms. She was completely out, her face flushed, tear tracks staining her cheeks, her lips slightly parted, her body utterly relaxed in the profound sleep of complete exhaustion.

He brushed the damp, tangled hair from her forehead with gentle fingers, his expression a complex mix of fierce possession, masculine satisfaction, and something dangerously close to reverence and concern.

"My Fei’er," he whispered, pressing a tender kiss to her temple. "So strong, yet so fragile. All mine."

He held her for a few moments longer, letting his own breathing fully stabilize, then carefully disentangled their bodies. Looking down at her, he took in the sight; she was flushed, thoroughly marked, with tear tracks staining her cheeks, her body bearing the evidence of their passion in the form of red marks on her hips and thighs. She was a beautiful, ruined mess. His beautiful, ruined mess.

Guilt flickered through him at his loss of control, but beneath it was a deeper satisfaction, she had trusted him enough to let go completely, to surrender so fully that her body had simply shut down from the overwhelming pleasure. That level of trust was a gift he didn’t take lightly.

He scooped her up carefully, her unconscious form pliant and heavy in his arms. He carried her back into the bathroom, which still hung with residual steam and the scent of their earlier encounter.

Gently, carefully, he lowered her into the large, empty bathtub, letting her rest against the sloped back, her head supported by the curved edge. He let her body settle before turning on the tap, adjusting the water temperature until it was perfectly warm, not hot enough to shock her system, but warm enough to be soothing.

He plugged the drain and let the tub begin to fill slowly, the water rising gradually around her legs, then her hips, covering the evidence of their lovemaking. He wanted her to be comfortable before she woke, wanted to erase any discomfort his intensity might have caused.

While the tub filled, he found a soft washcloth and her gentle, fragrance-free body wash, the kind she preferred, subtle and clean. Kneeling beside the tub, he began to clean her with meticulous care.

His touch was infinitely careful now, a stark contrast to the rough possession of minutes before. He washed the sweat from her brow with gentle strokes, the salt of her tears from her cheeks with tender attention. He soaped the cloth and ran it over her shoulders, down her arms with slow, reverent movements, over the curves of her breasts and stomach with clinical gentleness, and with the utmost care, between her legs, washing away the physical proof of their union, being extraordinarily gentle with her oversensitized, swollen flesh.

She didn’t stir at all, lost in a deep, exhausted sleep that was almost concerning in its profundity. He watched her peaceful face, his expression unreadable but soft, something vulnerable showing through the usual mask of control.

He rinsed her carefully with clean water from a handheld sprayer, ensuring no soap remained to irritate her sensitive skin. Then he reached for a bottle of aromatherapy oil, lavender and chamomile, and added a few drops to the water. The soothing scent filled the bathroom immediately.

He spent several minutes gently massaging her arms, her legs, her feet while she lay in the warm, fragrant water, not to arouse, but to help her muscles relax, to ease any soreness his intensity might have caused. His hands were skilled and careful, working out tension, promoting circulation.

When he was satisfied that she was clean and relaxed, he turned off the water and unplugged the drain. As the water level lowered, he lifted her out carefully, water sluicing from her skin in rivulets, and wrapped her in the largest, fluffiest towel he could find.