The Typhoon's Dangerous Wife

[The following chapters are filled with heavy smut words. As you know that the book is tagged R-18, but I know not every one of you is 18 yet so please skip the chapters because I don\'t want your parents to curse me for corrupting their kid\'s mind. Thank you. And if you still didn\'t skip, you\'re my loyal reader. ]

Long Jie and Zhenyi were back to their room. He laid her in the middle of the bed and immediately stripped, tossing his clothes on the floor and then, he assisted Zhenyi out of her dress. He was about to do the same with her dress what he did with his own, when he heard her say.

"Hey. Hey. Don\'t throw my dress on the floor, it\'s precious." 

"I\'ll buy you a thousand more like this one," said Long Jie and his mouth came crashing to hers. His mouth moved like ocean waves washing the shores, urgently and crucially. She melted against him like she always did. He tasted like sin, divinity, depravity and bliss, all in one. 

Heat and satisfaction rolling off his body as moans escaped her mouth. 

His lips moved from her mouth, traveling along her jaw until he reached the side of her neck. He dropped kisses as light as feather over her neck and collarbone and as she started moaning as loudly as her lungs could allow, the light kisses started turning into bites. He was biting, nipping, and sucking at her skin. 

 She tilted her head to the side, and he pushed her hair away, kissing and sucking and nipping at her skin.

"Do you still care about the dress?" His voice rang in her ears and a jolt of sanity hit her. 

"You--" The next word didn\'t come out of her mouth as he tightly gripped her ass in his hands and she knew his hand had left his marks there. 

She was still wearing the lingerie, and he was still in his boxer briefs. How badly she wanted to get him out of the remaining piece of cloth as soon as possible but only if he would get both of them out of this never-ending misery. 

He smiled at her and pecked her jaw. "I wanted this since the day you refused to let me touch you and now that I have got you, I\'m going to take my time, baby."

Baby. She loved hearing him call her nicknames when they were intimate with each other. 

But she had to admit she loved it more when he called her Cat eyes. Hearing him call her Cat eyes was her undoing as she now knew the story behind the nickname. 

"I want it too, Jie but please don\'t torture me by slowing." She was pleading with him to end his game of teasing. She wanted him now. So badly. So urgently.

It had been a long time but only if he would listen to her. 

Long Jie moved his body over hers and lowered himself to his knees in front of me and removed the bra from her body and threw it on the floor too. He trailed kisses from the throat to the middle of her breast and finally to her stomach. 

His fingers caressed her thighs, sometimes gripping the flesh. Something pulled on her stomach from the inside as the heat of his palms burned through her skin. Every squeeze, every caress, and every pinch sent a tingling sensation between her legs, begging to settle the empty ache. Her breaths came out rough and shallow while he remained voiceless and noiseless, as though what he was doing deserved his full concentration and attention.

A moan gushed out of her when his hand working on her things slid further upward and one finger pushed inside of her without warning but the touch was more than welcome. 

As if heaven had heard her begging to settle the empty ache, his hand fucked her unhurriedly, in and out. It was not close to what she needed but it was doing for now as the pressure unknown to her built between her legs.

Her insides were burning hot, but the heat was pleasurable and more welcome than the one that burned him months ago. As his fingers went in again, her nails dug into his flesh, creating another trail on his shoulders and back. He hissed as her nails pierced into his flesh and slight blood oozed out but she didn\'t care. She loved playing bloody. Always. 

He punished her by thrusting two more fingers insider her and her whole body trembled as he increased his pace and it was not more than a minute later, she came on his fingers.

He gave her a seductive smile and licked his fingers and brought his mouth closer to kiss her lips. 

Holy shit. She didn\'t realize until this moment how dirty it appeared. She tasted herself on his lips. She was appalled. She was stunned. But most of all, she was turned on by his actions. 

Before she could know, his mouth latched on her breasts giving it one slow suck while dragging his teeth across the nipple. She fisted his hair and pulled hard when he nipped on the nipple. 

She cried in response as he did the same on the other one too and the next thing she knew, he had shoved another two fingers inside her again but not before palming and teasing her clit. 

Back and forth. In and out. Back and forth. In and out. Lazy and fast. Over and over. He slowly tormented her with his fingers. 

He knew she needed him but he wanted her to feel what he felt for the last two months; afraid of touching her. The so-called celibate phase she had announced did nothing to ease his body\'s reaction to hers. She had made him miserable and scarce of her, and now he would be doing the same. 

"Jie." She screamed his name as she gripped his shoulders tightly and the pressure built inside her sent her to ecstasy. 

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