Indebted marriage

Fourty three

Chapter: The Heat of Possession

Yibo's heart was still pounding from the rush of power he'd felt radiating off Weiying hours ago. The image of him standing in the courtyard — eyes blazing, power crackling through the air — was seared into his mind. But now, that same fierce force lay limp in his arms, breathing shallowly, skin pale against the contrast of Yibo's crimson-tinged gaze.

The youngest pup stirred slightly in his father's grip, sensing the shift in the room's tension. Yibo adjusted his hold, pressing a kiss to his son's head before setting him gently into his crib. The moment the child was safe, his entire focus zeroed in on the figure lying on their bed.

He approached slowly, almost reverently, brushing a stray strand of hair from Weiying's flushed forehead. "You're reckless," he murmured, voice low and rough, not entirely from anger. "You burn yourself until nothing is left."

Weiying's lips curved faintly, exhaustion lacing his tone. "And yet... you're still here to catch me when I fall."

Something inside Yibo snapped. The fear of losing him, the anger at those who dared touch what was his, the raw pull he always felt toward the witch who was both light and shadow—it all surged together. He leaned down, capturing Weiying's lips in a kiss that was far from gentle.

Weiying gasped against his mouth, fingers instinctively clutching at Yibo's collar. The king deepened the kiss, his weight settling against him, one arm caging him to the bed as if daring the world to try and take him away.

"You have no idea," Yibo's voice was hoarse when he pulled back, foreheads touching, "how close you came to driving me mad tonight." His hands roamed with a possessive urgency, memorizing every inch, grounding himself in the fact that Weiying was here—alive, breathing, his.

Weiying's breath hitched, his body arching subtly into the touch. "Then... remind me," he whispered, challenge glinting faintly in those tired yet unbroken eyes.

Yibo's lips curved in a slow, dangerous smile. "Gladly."

What followed was a blur of tangled limbs, whispered names, and kisses that left both of them breathless. The room filled with the heat of skin against skin, the heady mix of desire and relief, every movement carrying the unspoken truth: they had almost lost each other, and neither intended to let go.

The world outside ceased to exist. Only the soft sounds of muffled groans, the rustle of silk sheets, and the rhythm of hearts beating in sync remained.

When the haze finally settled, Weiying lay half-draped over Yibo's chest, their breathing gradually slowing. Yibo's fingers traced lazy patterns along his spine, his other hand stroking the dark strands of hair that spilled over his shoulder.

"You should sleep," Yibo murmured. "Tomorrow, I'll deal with the rest of those servants. They won't see another sunrise if they ever touch what's mine again."

Weiying chuckled softly, pressing his face into the warm crook of Yibo's neck. "Possessive vampire."

"Always," Yibo replied, voice thick with meaning. He tightened his arm around him, as if the very thought of letting go was unbearable.

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The Next Morning

Sunlight barely filtered through the heavy curtains when the knock came. Yibo was already awake, still holding Weiying close, his thumb idly stroking over the back of his hand. At his curt "Enter," two guards stepped in, dragging the trembling maids and footman who had dared lay a hand on their children.

Weiying stirred, his gaze sharpening instantly. Yibo felt the familiar spark of power in him but pressed him back gently. "Rest," he murmured. "This is mine to handle now."

Yibo rose from the bed, his robe sliding over bare skin, the mark of Weiying's teeth still visible on his collarbone. He didn't bother to hide it. Let them all see exactly who he belonged to, and who belonged to him.

The king's voice was calm, almost too calm, as he circled the kneeling servants. "You thought I would not hear? That in my absence you could harm my sons without consequence?" His gaze was like steel. "Last night, your lives were spared because my consort handled you. This morning, your lives remain only because my sons still sleep in peace."

One of the maids began to sob, but Yibo silenced her with a single look. "From this day forward, you will not serve within these walls. You will not so much as breathe near my family. If you do, I will make certain your last breath is a memory you will beg to forget."

The guards dragged them out, their cries fading down the corridor.

When Yibo returned to the bed, Weiying was watching him with a faint, proud smile. "Remind me never to cross you when you're in that mood," he teased, though his eyes shone with warmth.

Yibo slid back beside him, pulling him close once more. "You can cross me all you want," he murmured, lips brushing his temple. "You're the only one who gets away with it."

And as the morning light spilled into the room, the world outside could burn for all they cared.

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