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While she was slowly tracing the mark she'd given him, Yang was busy smothering her with his love. His lips falling onto her ear and his cheek brushing against hers, nudging her softly.
“It tickles.” Fei giggled and arched her neck backward to avoid his kisses, but her nape was instantly grabbed from behind, stopping her from doing that.
“You know.. ” The man hummed teasingly and breathed against her throat affectionately. “You are really sensitive.” —he truly loves it when his mere touch causes her to turn all weak and flustered.
Fei whined when he slid down the collar of her robe and touched her. His fingers traveled downwards, causing her to shyly turn her face away.
“I-I..made soup for you.” She said in order to stop the sudden change in the air. Her heartbeat increased and her breathing labored the more he pulled her closer.
Not receiving a response, she whispered. “..please have it?”
Yang couldn't help but chuckle at that and muttered gently. “Does it look like I'm in the mood for it?” If anything, he was in the mood of having her.
Fei's turned red when he changed their position. Her back faced his front while the hand on her collarbone continued to move downward. He circled his hand, massaging the softness underneath her dress.
Fei realized that if this continues on, this night will be the same as every night and she won't get the chance to talk to him.
Mustering a bit of courage, she clenched her hands around his probing ones. “But it's really good for your health.”
Yang felt her resistance but he still ran his thumb on her nub before pinching her, causing her to jerk at the toe-curling sensation. “What is it?” He asked and kissed her neck before tracing his hot tongue all over her neckline, causing her to gasp and tremble.
“You're behaving strangely.” He grabbed her cheek and turned her face toward his. His lips curled up when he noticed how she avoided his eyes and tried to pull his hand away.
“It's nothing like that.” She whispered. Her feminine movements set the man's heart ablaze as she weakly struggled against him.
But was Yang really someone so thoughtful who'd let her go easily?
“What's the struggle for then?” He spread his arms wide on the sofa and majestically leaned back while his eyes gazed at the slim back of the woman.
“Is it to excite me?” His keen and narrowed eyes ran all over form which was donned in a beautiful red dress. She has indeed made her sweet and feminine efforts to drive him crazy tonight, looking so dearly beautiful.
That rouge on her lips spoke thousand languages of seduction. This woman could kill him if she wants to.
Fei, who was fixing her state, gulped when she was nudged by his leg at the side.
“W-Would.. you like it warm? Should I-” Being nudged again, Fei paused at the sentence and looked behind herself. Her eyes fell on the slight curve the man had on his lips and then they fell over his abdomen.
Her face heated up in an unusual shade of red and she looked away. Shakily before she could get away from him, Yang wrapped his arms around her and slyly rubbed his cheek against hers. “Uh-uh.. you're not getting away from me.”
“Do you think I rushed over here for a bowl of soup?” He murmured while his hand made its way inside her robe to fondle her assets. Chuckling, he continued further in a low whisper, just beside her ear.
“I'm here to teach you a lesson, you fox.”
His hot breathing wavered as he moved his fingers further down. The touch was firm, rough and even forceful, and it made Fei turn rigid in her place.
Why does this man have to make things so hard for her?
Closing her eyes in submission, she cried inside her heart while unwillingly letting the man do as he pleases. Now she could only dream of having a deep conversation with her husband.
Her helplessness made Yang delighted as he felt her body to his heart's content. “You've gotten a lot thinner, whom should I blame for it if not you?” He sounded rather displeased and Fei was sure to imagine the scowl which must've been on his face when he said it.
However, what made Fei even more upset was that when uttered those words, he was feeling her breasts, as if he was sizing them up.
Looking sullen, she slowly opened her eyes.
Fei was known to the bitter truth that men preferred voluptuous and well-endowed figure on a woman. Her husband was no exception.
She even remembers how he once said how easy it was for him to cup them in his hand, to which she could only react by pushing his grinning face away and told him off that it's his hands which were too large at that time.
Recalling that scene, her eyes teared up and she pitifully sniffled. How was she to blame?
Yang’s scowl disappeared when he heard the sound of her soft sobs and he considerably softened his treatment. “You make me worry, darling.” His hand slowly moved up while he nuzzled his nose on her neck and caressed the area of her clavicle. “All I wish for is the best for you.”
“You must understand this, love.” Yang gently grabbed her cheek and turned her face toward his before kissing her on pursed lips.
His hooded eyes masked her reaction as she fell limp in his arms, not sobbing anymore.
She had her eyes closed as he sweetly kissed her, making up to her upset self. For enough access into her mouth, he gripped her chin and made her open her mouth wide.
Their tongues intervened with Yang fully dominating the kiss. Stealthily and slowly, their figures got laid on the sofa. And amidst the feeling of intoxication, heat started to take over the steamy atmosphere.
Fei whined to break the kiss but the man didn't allow it. Effortlessly, he changed their position again with her being caged down while her back facing his front.
This position only meant one thing for Fei. She'll be taken from behind. Her dazed eyes widened for a moment, but then again, she had no choice but to submit herself.
Yang finally broke the kiss and proceeded to get rid of all the clothing she had on herself. He undid the sash around her waist and groped his way into her muslin. Frustrated, he became so impatient that Fei couldn't help but cry out in surprise.
“Y-You're tearing.. my dress.”
“Keep still!”
She let out a whimper when he tore the muslin apart with no remorse. The robe was snatched away from her body as well, leaving her all bare to his eyes.
Her exposed snow-white delicate skin tempted the man to take everything her whole being had to offer.
He kissed her back softly while wrapping his arm around her waist to keep her steady as she withered and trembled under his hold.
The man was aware that his woman detested the idea of being taken from behind, says that it doesn't feel like they are lovemaking and how shameful it appears.
What a naive woman indeed, still so lovable and shy as ever. Her bashful nature is what he finds the most endearing in her and it always urges him to do unspeakable things to her.
Fei clutched onto the material of the sofa and tried to hide her face away from his eyes. But her movements were gently restrained by the man as he pulled onto her neck.
