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582  The comfort after the storm [1]

Zhao Tian's eyelashes fluttered weakly, his mind still feeling the echoes of pain and exhaustion.

A blinding white light consumed his vision, forcing him to squint as his blurry surroundings began to come into focus.

For a moment, he struggled to process his disorientation, his mind fogged with fragments of memory... golden lightning, and... falling.

His gaze finally cleared, only to be greeted by an unexpected sight... a pair of well-developed breasts softly pressed against his face, two pink nipples adorning them.

The warm, comforting cushion-like thighs beneath his head cradled him as if shielding him from the world.

 He blinked in confusion, his cheeks faintly warming as he tilted his head slightly to take in more of his surroundings.

Before he could fully comprehend what was happening, a soft, melodic voice tickled his ears.

 It carried a tone of amusement, tenderness, and something else... a weight of familiarity that felt oddly out of place.

"Oh, Vester…"

Zhao Tian looked through the pair of breasts and saw a breathtaking woman, her eyes covered by a black blindfold, her white hair cascading down her shoulders.

Her lips curved into a faint, knowing smile, as if she could feel the weight of his gaze even though her eyes were hidden.

There was a serenity in her expression, yet it carried an undercurrent of power that made Zhao Tian feel safe and comfortable in her arms.

His throat felt dry as he tried to speak, but the words caught, stuck somewhere between awe and excitement.

"Mother..."

The woman tilted her head slightly, her smile deepening.

She gently raised a hand, her fingers brushing against his temple with a featherlight touch.

 The sensation sent a calming warmth through his body, easing the residual pain that still lingered in his muscles.

"You're awake," she said softly, her voice echoing like a lullaby that could soothe even the most restless of souls.

"Good. I was starting to wonder if you planned to sleep forever while in my arms." Startled, the woman tried to speak but Zhao Tian quickly pressed her lips onto hers, tasting teh soft texture of his mother's lips.

The suddenness of his action made her eyes widen beneath the blindfold and her hands instinctively pressed against his chest, trying to push him back. "Wha-stop..." she whispered between breaths, her voice faltering as he deepened the kiss, his desperation and fervor clear in every lip movement.

She remembered her first meeting where he did the same, pushing himself onto her.

Her initial resistance melted as his passion overwhelmed her.

 Her hands, which had been pushing him away, slowly slid up to rest on his shoulders.

She hesitated for a brief moment, torn between chastising him and giving in.

His lips moved against hers with such intensity, such hunger, that she found herself unable to resist any longer.

As the kiss deepened, her body relaxed into his embrace, and her fingers curled around his shoulders.

 Her initial surprise gave way to a faint smile against his lips, a soft sigh escaping her as she finally reciprocated, her own lips moving in harmony with his.

When they finally parted, both were breathing heavily, and Zhao Tian's gaze was locked onto her beautiful face, his chest rising and falling as he struggled to steady himself.

She looked at him for a long moment, and a faint blush painted her cheeks, though her tone remained calm and teasing.

"Well," she said softly, the blush on her face deepening.

 "I suppose I can forgive your boldness… this time."

Zhao Tian's lips parted, his voice hoarse as he whispered, "You… you didn't stop me."

The woman's smile softened "Well, I am your mother... How can I refuse my child's wishes?"

Looking at the woman pinned below him, Zhao Tian's heart swelled with emotions, and he raised his hand to her face.

Gripping the blindfold, he tore it off from her face and her eyeslashes fluttered open revealing her sky blue eyes, which shined just like Zhao Tian's eyes.

He quickly leaned down again, taking her lips in a soft kiss, making her tremble in surprise.

His hand moved upward, trembling slightly as he cupped her breast, and she gasped against his lips, her body stiffening for a fleeting moment before relaxing into his touch.

"Vester," she murmured breathlessly between kisses...

 "You're... mmh... too bold… Haangh~"

But her words faltered as his thumb brushed over her sensitive peak, drawing a soft, involuntary moan from her lips.

Her hands, which had been resisting him moments before, slid around his shoulders, pulling him closer as she melted into the kiss.

Zhao Tian's hand tightened on her waist, his lips moving down to trail along her jawline and then lower to her neck.

 She tilted her head back, her breathing quivering as she felt his lips explore the sensitive curve of her throat.

"Vester…" she whispered, her voice trembling.

But instead of pushing him, her hands threaded through his hair, encouraging him to continue.

Slowly, his kisses traveled lower, skimming the line of her collarbone and his tongue darted out briefly, tasting her skin, drawing a startled gasp from her. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Mmngh~"

Her fingers, which had been lightly resting on his hair, tightened their grip, as if anchoring herself against the wave of sensations.

"Vester," she whispered again, her voice softer now, almost pleading, though she didn't pull away.

"You… You're too much…"

But her protests were half-hearted, melting into a quivering sigh as he pressed another kiss to her collarbone.

Zhao Tian's hands rested firmly on her waist, grounding her even as his mouth wandered.

 The heat of his breath sent shivers down her spine as he kissed the curve of her neck, his tongue flicking out to trace a slow path along the sensitive line of her throat.

Her fingers tightened in his hair as if to pull him away, but instead, they remained there, trembling slightly, betraying her own hesitation.

"You're relentless, Vester,"

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