Clumsy Beast, Keep Your Paws Off novel Chapter 763

Chapter 763: Chapter 763: Love Before Duty

Su Qinglan stepped into the soft, shimmering red georgette dress, letting the light fabric settle smoothly over her slender frame. The rich crimson silk cascaded down to her feet like liquid fire, its golden phoenix embroidery catching the morning sunlight with every small movement.

She turned on her heel, her waist-length hair swirling around her like a cloud as she twirled gracefully in the center of the room.

The elegant golden mark resting between her brows shone softly, perfectly complementing the vibrant gown. With her fair skin glowing and her posture poised, she truly looked like a legendary princess stepping straight out of an ancient painting.

Stopping her spin, she looked at An Mo with bright, expectant eyes, her cheeks flushed with excitement.

"How do I look?" she asked, her voice laced with sweet anticipation.

An Mo stood completely frozen, his breath catching tightly in his throat. His golden eyes swept up and down her figure, taking in every breathtaking curve of the female before him.

The red dress made her look so ethereal, so agonizingly stunning, that his chest physically ached with a profound, overwhelming pride.

She was no longer just his beloved mate; she was the undisputed ruler of his heart, radiating a supreme grace that commanded absolute devotion.

A tender, awe-filled smile broke across his handsome face. Stepping forward with slow, deliberate strides, he reached out and gently caught her small hand, lifting it to his lips before looking deeply into her eyes.

"Beautiful..." An Mo whispered, his voice rich and trembling with raw emotion. "Exceptionally, dangerously beautiful. Even a divine fairy from the highest heavens would be astounded by your beauty today."

An affectionate chuckle escaped his lips as his long fingers gently cupped her chin, lifting her face slightly. Without giving her a chance to reply, he leaned down and captured her red, cherry-like lips in a deep, melting kiss.

Su Qinglan let out a soft gasp against his mouth, but she immediately responded, kissing him back with equal dedication and fiery passion. Her hands rose to wrap around his neck, pulling his head closer as the sweetness of the kiss deepened.

Before she even realized how fast things were moving, An Mo had effortlessly lifted her by her waist.

With a soft rustle of heavy silk, she suddenly found herself sitting on the edge of the smooth wooden table, her legs instinctively parting as An Mo stepped right between them, crowding her space completely.

Their warm breaths instantly mingled, hot and frantic once more. Su Qinglan opened her glossy, hazy eyes, looking up at him with a mix of affection and slight alarm.

An Mo rested his forehead lightly against hers, his golden eyes burning with an intense, possessive flame.

"Just once more, Lanlan..." he murmured, his voice dropping into a raspy, pleading whisper. "I... I truly cannot bear the thought of others looking at you like this. You look far too breathtaking."

Before she could protest, he buried his face in the sensitive crook of her neck, inhaling her sweet, intoxicating fragrance...a heavenly scent that was now completely intertwined with his own dominant beast aura.

An Mo let out a low, satisfied growl against her lips, his hands gripping her waist securely as he began a steady, deep rhythm, worshipping his bride on the table before they finally stepped out to face the world.

Hours seemed to melt away into a blissful, hazy blur before the rhythmic storm finally settled.

Su Qinglan sat on the edge of the table, her cheeks flushed crimson, her chest still heaving as she glared daggers at the man responsible.

An Mo, looking thoroughly well-fed and sheepish, gently used a soft damp cloth to wipe her down, handling her as if she were made of delicate glass.

"You promised one time! Just one!" Su Qinglan fumed, leaning forward to viciously chew on his earlobe. "Do you have any idea how late we are?! You absolute beast!"

An Mo winced playfully, a rich chuckle rumbling deep in his chest as he let her bite him without a hint of complaint.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest and burying his face in her neck.

"My apologies, my mate," he murmured, his golden eyes sparkling with shameless warmth. "I tried to be good, truly. But my hands simply refused to obey when you looked at me like that."

"Excuses!" She pinched his cheek, though the affection in her eyes betrayed her strict tone. "Now help me fix this dress before I decide to turn you into a rug!"