FENG YU JIU TIAN [VOLUME TWO]

Chapter Twenty-one

Feng Ming apprehensively made his way into the room and his eyes were downcast in fear of what was to come. Before he a second to lift his face, he ran into a sturdy chest.

He was quickly engulfed into a familiar embrace.

Rong Tian's infuriated face rested on top of his head.

'Where did you go?' his lover demanded in an authoritative voice.

'Just outside the palace', Feng Ming played innocent as he blinked his large doe eyes.

'Who gave you permission to leave the palace grounds?' He chided.

Feng Ming reprised feigning a wrongfully accused voice, 'Didn't you say, as long as I am in Xi Rei no harm will come to me?'

The King vented his frustration on his lover, his mouth bit down on the nape of Feng Ming's slight shoulder.

'Enough with bickering, when I returned I was informed by the servants you had taken your personal servants with you. Did you know how much I worried? Chiu Lan and the girls are increasingly out of line. It is time to teach them a lesson!'

'I was the one who wanted to go out, you can't punish them!' defended Feng Ming.

'Yes, you'll be the first on the list.'

Seeing his beloved had returned safe and sound, the raging anger within was quickly extinguished.

His stern face relaxed into a sly smile.

'The next time you dare sneak out again, I will thoroughly discipline you.' He chuckled,

'So, where did you go?'

Feng Ming darted his gaze to think of a believable answer, 'I was monitoring the new terraces you've ordered that are under construction.'

'What do you think about the progress?' the King beckoned in a husky tone. A hand slipped under the folds of Feng Ming's collar.

Rong Tian's hand was like a hungry wolf savoring the young warm skin.

Under Rong Tian's extremely skillful touch, Feng Ming had long forgotten about his lame terrace excuse. Instead, his legs faltered and he couldn't help but rest his weight into the nook of the King's arms.

Feng Ming released a provocative moan.

'I want to eat you whole.' The young man in his arms was aroused. Rong Tian looked at his lover with a look of appraisal.

Feng Ming had long lost any will to put up a fight. He surrendered straightforwardly, 'Then go ahead and eat up.'

On this rare occasion, Rong Tian showed restraint like a noble gentlemen.

He smiled and shook his head. 'I don't have time to dine now.'

'Why?' Feng Ming's bedroom eyes were half-cast. His cheeks were flustered.

Such an alluring face made the King's heart itch and unbearable itch. He sealed the young man's lips and started to purse his own to gently nip them.

Layers upon layers of Feng Ming's extravagant outfit were peeled off and discarded onto the floor.

'Rong Tian...' Feng Ming moaned suggestively.

Rong Tian's raised an eyebrow, without notice he swept Feng Ming into his arms and carried him to their bed.

'Ah!' A small whelp came from Feng Ming.

Feng Ming was about to reach his peak, his shaft begged for release. He yanked desperately at the King's collar.