Young Brother-in-law Is Now My Husband-Chapter 1596: Man Of His Words

Jiang Yang didn't hesitate before thrusting inside her hard, he had no desire to wait. Though ready to accept it, a painful cry left her mouth, all her boldness melted under that sudden intrusion as she clung onto him, trying to bear it.

Nicky had not expected it would be this intense for her body to take in. Maybe not having sex for past ten years, must have made her not accustomed to it. She was wrong to act so bold and be confident.

"Yangyang," her muffled pained voice echoed in the crook of his neck, her nails digging into the flesh on his shoulders.

Jiang Yang held back, wondering if he had overdone it without preparing her for it. "Are you alright?"

"Have you grown bigger in the past ten years?" she complained, her voice pained.

Jiang Yang was taken aback by her words, not knowing whether to laugh in such an erotic moment.

"Not sure, but you have turned tighter instead," he replied, holding her steady. "Clearly from not having me inside you frequently."

"Who told you to stay away from me for all these years?" she replied, moving her head back to look at him. "Was it that difficult to find where I was?"

Jiang Yang turned quiet as he had no words to refute it. "My bad."

She calmed down. "It's alright."

"Let's go to bed. This way, it might hurt you," he suggested, ready to let her go with the intention of lifting her in his arms properly.

In response, she tightened her hand around his neck. "No, I am fine now. I like it here. Feels like something I had always imagined."

"As you say," he said and held her steady. "Is it fine to move?"

She nodded, and Jiang Yang lifted her other leg, making her straddle both her legs around his waist. His hands firmly held her soft bottom, her back pressed against the wall, and he started to move slowly, careful this time not to hurt her in haste.

The fullness inside her, the slow seductive moves taunting her sensitive spot, elicited moans from her, letting him know he was doing it the way she liked.

Her haze-filled eyes observed his handsome face, and she leaned closer to kiss him, keeping up with his rough and steady thrusts.

"Hold me tighter," he whispered in the kiss, intending to move faster.

She did as she was told and felt him moving faster. Loud moans left her lips as she broke the kiss, her mind going crazy with the waves of pleasure flooding her.

Spent soon under the pleasure of release, she clung to his body weakly, panting heavily, her hands still around his neck. Letting her calm down, he held her firm, still inside her but not rushing for his own release.

"Are you alright?" he asked, to which she nodded weakly and asked, "You are yet not..."

In response, Jiang Yang walked away while carrying her just like that. He made her stand in front of the sink and turned her around to face the mirror, while settling her hands on the sink platform.

His lips whispered against her ear, "I wanted to see how you look when you come, and you wanted to see me. This is how we can do it."

She understood his intentions as her gaze observed his perfect body through the mirror, standing behind her.

His hands held her soft bottom firmly to enter her again, this time gliding smoothly through her wetness. Letting out a soft moan, she gripped the platform, her gaze meeting his through the mirror.

She could not deny this felt more arousing; his intense and passionate gaze enchanted her. The way he moved, his body, was a sight to behold.

His gaze never left her enticing face, his pace quickening with the expressions she made.

Soon, the bath was filled with heated sounds, with both of them finding their release together.

She felt like her legs were going to give up, but Jiang Yang held her limp and sweaty body firmly, stopping her from kneeling on the ground. Panting, she took his support while burying herself in his comforting embrace.

"Let's have a bath and go out of here," he offered, and she nodded weakly against his chest.

Standing under the shower, Jiang Yang helped her bathe and then brought her to the bedroom, wrapped in a towel. He made her sit in front of the mirror and grabbed the hairdryer while standing behind her. A white towel loosely hung around his waist, letting her have a clear view of his perfect body this time.

He started drying her hair, his fingers gently brushing through her wet, soft, silky strands. She watched him immersed in his work, her gaze not leaving him even for a moment.

"What are you looking at?" he asked, sensing her gaze on him.

"Your body," she responded.

He looked back at her. "I worked hard all these years to keep it perfect for you, for when you returned."

"You did well. I realize I like men with a perfect body, and yours is just how I prefer."

He chuckled. "Everything's for you."

She smiled and said again, "I can't believe we are back together."

"Even after making you come twice, to the point you could no longer take it, you still doubt?"

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"Hmm, I look forward to more."

"The night is still long," he spoke, offering her a meaningful look and started to dry his own hair, letting her ogle at the view of his body.

"Once they were done, Nicky looked at herself in the mirror and realised she was in the towel and had not brought any clothes.

"Can I borrow some clothes of Yuyan?" she asked, knowing Jiang Yuyan's room must have her

stuff here.

He held her hand and pulled her up to stand, "What's the need when they are going to come off anyways," his gaze fixed at the towel around her, "Removing this is rather convenient," and pulled the towel off of her body even before she could stop him.

He picked her up in his arms and threw her on the bed, leaving her stunned at sudden change

in situation.

"Why did you throw me..."

"Didn't you say you look forward to more," he said and climbed the bed.

"I said, but I still need a short break," she tried to protest, still feeling the sourness between

her legs.

"We already had a break," and hovered over her naked body, pressing her under him. "When I told you about my intentions, I was not kidding."

"You don't have to take my words seriously every time, and I won't take yours as well."

"But I am a man of words and won't go back on it," he replied, offering her a wicked smirk. He

looked like no less than a devil.

She swallowed hard to think. 'Entire night? I am going to die."