The Typhoon's Dangerous Wife

"We are practicing celibacy, do you forget it? " Zhenyi found herself uttering these words and the next thing she knew was that his lips attacked hers suddenly out of nowhere.

 Well, she perfectly knew from where. 

Long Jie's mouth was hot and demanding, fused to her with ferocious need. His kisses were ever so hungry, starving, and visceral. Two weeks. Two goddam weeks. Since he had been withering piece by piece to taste her, to touch her, and to feel her. She was his poison and antidote all in herself.

He spun her around, pushed her up against the car, flattened his body against her, and thrust his tongue deeper into her mouth. When she arched against him, digging her fingers into the muscles of his back, he let out a sound of pleasure low in this throat that was utterly masculine and sexual.

When he realized she was not fighting him or trying to push him away, he moaned into his mouth, moving one hand to encircle her throat and burying the other in her hair.

There was nothing she could do to stop it from happening.

Nothing she could do to stop his kiss when his mouth tastes home against hers.

Because she didn't want to. Didn't want to resist.

He pulls her head back and kisses her deeper.

She opened to him, let him draw her closer as he kissed her deeper. Their tongues were a tangle of exploration.

And want.

Hot.

Unrelenting.

Ruthless.

He took, and she so willingly gave.

The kiss goes on until she was delirious. Her breasts felt heavy and begin to ache. Heat pulses between her legs.

He rocked his hips into mine so she felt the whole hard length of his cock, throbbing insistently, as demanding as his mouth was.

Even when she collapsed against him, weak and mewling, he refuses to let her go.

Just as she was sure she was going to pass out, he broke the kiss abruptly and puts his mouth next to her ear. 

"I don't want you to avoid me like I'm a plague," Long Jie murmured with a tinge of weakness coloring his voice. "I don't think I can take it, Cat eyes. "

She nodded, still unable to speak. 

He lowered his head down to hers, parted her lips with his again, and watched her eyes as they closed the second our lips touched. He placed his hands on her cheeks and tilted her head up, deepening the kiss. 

This time the kiss was softer. Slower. If he were to describe their kiss, he would say it was a gentle voice. No one was getting enough of each other. She was melting against him like chocolate melt against the heat. She forgot about the abstinence part and snaked her arms up around his broad shoulders. She pressed her breasts against the hard expanse of his chest.

She grunted but didn't stop, didn't ask him to stop.

He could feel her chest rising and falling against his, her heat burning him up already. He deepened the kiss and coerced her to arch her back at the same time. Her head dipped back with the force of his kiss, her tongue playing with his. 

A high, sweet rush streamed through her when he groaned. 

The pain and pleasure that burned through him when he felt the heat slide across his cock, her hungry and starving kisses only tripled the searing pain.

They pulled and pushed as if they were starving for each other. He grabbed her waist and tried to somehow pull her even closer. When she rocked against him, all the sense that they were still in the parking lot evaporated into the air. 

Her eyes glazed and her breaths coming out as shallow pants. He slid the hand holding her waist up to her neck and then to her breast, cupping it through her dress, rubbing his thumb back and forth over the rigid peak of her nipple. She just knew if he put his demanding hot mouth there and sucked, she'd come.

He broke the kiss again, this time to fondled her neck and whispered hotly into her ear. His lips moved over her skin.

She dropped her head back, gasping for breath.

When her head hits the car window, it's with a flat, unsexy thud that jerked her up. And sense knocked back into her brain. 

What the hell was she doing?

She froze. 

Feeling the change in her Long Jie stilled, too. He straightened up, held her delicate yet beautiful face in his big hands, and gazed down at her. Today, the volcanoes burning in his eyes.

"Don't overthink" he says gruffly. "You know my patience was hanging by a thread. I can't 'not' touch you especially when you are this close to me." 

They stared at each other, his nose almost touching nose, breathing heavily. Her heart was beating wildly against her ribcage as if it had run a marathon. Her lips tingling so was her soaked core. 

She whispered in horror, "You kissed me."

"Zhenyi--" Long Jie tried to speak but she stopped him by holding up her hand. 

"We decided that we will be abiding by the contract." 

"No, Zhenyi. You decided and sprang the verdict on me too. I don't want that contract marriage," Long Jie said and stared deep into her eyes as if seeing her soul. " I'm sure as hell that I need the real marriage and my wife like before." 

"That's not possible," Zhenyi whispered. 

"It is. Very much so. Let me make it possible and easy for both of us. You mean so much to me and it kind of scares me now. Wife, you may not know but you hold the power to annihilate me." 

"What am I gonna do with you?" She asked in resignation. 

"Anything that you wish. Just don't keep me away from you. "

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