CHAPTER 408: CHAPTER 408; HONEYMOON PHASE 2 G (R+18)

"Tell me you’re mine," he demanded, his voice rough with the force of his thrusts, with the need to hear her say it.

"I’m yours!" she cried out, the confession ripped from her soul, from some deep place she hadn’t known existed.

"Only yours! Always yours!"

Her climax hit her suddenly, a violent, shuddering wave that made her legs give way entirely.

He held her up with his strength alone, his own release following almost instantly, a deep groan rumbling through his chest as he spilled himself inside her, his body shuddering against hers, hips jerking with aftershocks.

For a long moment, they stayed like that, panting, propped against the wall under the relentless spray of warm water, utterly spent and trembling.

Slowly, carefully, he pulled out and turned her around. His eyes were dark and sated but also concerned as he studied her face, flushed, eyes glazed, lips swollen from his kisses.

He didn’t speak immediately. He simply reached up and brushed the wet hair from her face with gentle fingers, then turned off the water. The sudden silence was almost jarring after the constant rush of the spray, leaving only the sound of their ragged breathing and the occasional drip of water from their bodies.

He wrapped a large towel around his waist, then lifted her carefully into his arms. She made a small sound of protest, but he shushed her gently, cradling her against his chest as he stepped out of the shower.

"I can walk," she murmured weakly, though she made no real attempt to stand.

"I know," he replied, his voice still rough. "But you don’t have to."

He carried her from the steamy bathroom into the bedroom, where the cool air immediately raised goosebumps on her damp skin. The contrast between the heat they’d just left and the air-conditioned bedroom was stark, making her shiver slightly in his arms.

"Cold?" he asked, feeling the tremor run through her.

"A little," she admitted.

He adjusted his hold on her, one arm supporting her back, the other under her knees, and carried her to the bed. The moonlight streaming through the windows painted silver patterns across the rumpled sheets, evidence of their earlier passion that seemed like a lifetime ago now.

He laid her down gently in the center of the large bed, the mattress dipping under their combined weight. His silhouette was dark and imposing against the moonlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows, water still glistening on his skin, highlighting every ridge of muscle, every line of his powerful form.

For a moment, he just stood there, looking down at her, sprawled on his bed, skin still damp, completely vulnerable, completely his. Something fierce and possessive flashed in his eyes, quickly followed by tenderness.

He reached for another towel he’d grabbed on the way out and began to dry her with careful, methodical attention. He started with her face, patting gently, then moved to her neck and shoulders. His touch was clinical yet intimate, working his way down her arms, across her torso, taking special care with sensitive areas.

When he reached her legs, he worked from her feet upward, his hands firm but gentle through the soft fabric of the towel. She lay still under his ministrations, too exhausted to do anything but accept his care, her eyes half-closed as she watched him through her lashes.

"Better?" he asked when he’d finished, tossing the damp towel aside.

"Mmm," she hummed in agreement, too tired for words.

He dried himself quickly with efficient movements, then climbed onto the bed beside her. The mattress shifted under his weight.

His silhouette was dark and imposing against the moonlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows, water still glistening on his skin.

The tenderness from the shower was gone, burned away by the fire they had stoked under the spray, replaced by something raw, primal, and consuming.

He didn’t speak. Words were unnecessary now. He came over her, caging her beneath him with his arms braced on either side of her head. His mouth found hers in a kiss that was pure possession, all teeth and tongue and barely restrained violence. This was not about comfort or slow exploration; this was about claiming, marking, owning...

When he entered her, it was with a single, powerful thrust that drove the air from her lungs in a sharp cry. There was no gentle buildup, no careful stretching, just immediate, overwhelming fullness that bordered on too much.

He set a relentless, pounding rhythm immediately, his hips driving forward with brutal force. The bed frame creaked in protest, the headboard beginning a steady rhythm against the wall. His eyes were locked on hers, dark and intense, watching every flicker of pleasure and overwhelm cross her face with an almost predatory focus.

"Look at me," he commanded when her eyes threatened to close, his voice a low, dominant rumble. "I want to see everything."

Tang Fei’s hands fisted desperately in the sheets, her knuckles white with the force of her grip. Her head thrashed from side to side as sensation after sensation crashed through her nervous system like lightning strikes.

"Ting Cheng... It’s too much... too deep..." she gasped, her voice breaking on the words. The angle allowed him to hit spots deep inside her that sent sparks of almost painful pleasure shooting up her spine.

"Look. At. Me," he repeated, punctuating each word with a particularly forceful thrust that made her back arch off the mattress.

She forced her eyes open, drowning in the intensity of his gaze. He looked almost feral, jaw clenched, muscles straining, a fine sheen of sweat already forming on his skin despite having just showered.

"You take all of me," he stated, not asked, his thrusts becoming even more forceful, even deeper, pushing her higher and higher toward a peak that felt almost frightening in its intensity. "Every. Single. Inch. You always do. Your body was made for mine."

His hand slid between their bodies, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves at her apex and pressing hard, circling with practiced precision. The dual sensation, the relentless pounding inside and the focused stimulation outside, was too much for her.