WARNING: R18!
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"What are you doing?" Fang Yu pushed him away. Is this man planning to rape her? A child!? Of course, she had long forgotten that she was already a five-hundred-year-old cultivator.
"You started it." Without waiting for her to argue, he pulled her again, this time, he used a bit of force, lifting her small frame as his arms secured her into his embrace She let out a surprised squeal. He leaned in, the scent of the fragrant tea wafted through her. A strand of his white hair fell into his forehead. She gulped, staring straight into his cobalt eyes. His eyes… it seemed too familiar. She couldn't look away.
Mo Li smiled, his face a few inches away from hers. He casually raised his hand and brushed it to her cheeks, trailing it towards her neck and her arm. She shivered. His hand stopped on top of her left breast. She widened her eyes at the sudden ache in the middle of her thighs. This body…
"I think… we shouldn't do this." Her voice was breathy, betraying the meaning of her words.
Ignoring her, Mo Li leaned towards her ear. "Fang Yu… tell me… have we met before?" his deep voice sent another discomfort in her body. He looked at her and lowered his head, kissing the corner of her mouth, making sure to flick his tongue to the seam of her lips.
He cupped the nape of her slender neck as she rested her hand on his chest. For a few seconds, she looked at his eyes. His familiar orbs reminded her of someone— someone she had never met before. He met her gaze before his eyes lowered down towards her small and straight nose, to her flushed face, and down to her pouty lips. A pleased smile lingered on his lips. How could someone be so cute and beautiful at the same time?
"We have to — " Fang Yu's words were interrupted when he started planting frantic kisses into her cheeks and jaw. Without any hesitation, Mo Li scooped her into his arms and carried her towards his bed, grinning at her surprised squeal. With her small body of a teenager, carrying her was never a problem for him.
He cupped her adorable face into his palms, as he started raining down kisses into her face again. Her smell was enough to intoxicate him. Just a few kisses and Mo Li felt he was about to burst. This woman looked small and delicate. He wanted to be gentle, to slow down. Despite his uncomfortable erection, Mo Li decided to stop and stared at her. "If you want to leave. You can." It took him everything to stop himself. For some reason, he wouldn't want to see her do something she doesn't want to. He gritted his teeth, holding his breath as he stopped himself from inhaling the scent coming from her.
He stared at her familiar brown eyes, waiting for her to utter a word. Just one word and he would stop.
"I think… I think everyone here thinks that we are sleeping together. Either way, you will have to marry me or my master will kill you." She whispered. "I think— " He cut off her words with another hungry kiss. This time, Fang Yu didn't protest. She closed her eyes savoring his familiarity. She felt herself melt against his arms as her mouth eagerly welcomed his tongue. A moan escaped her lips.
He withdrew his tongue, trying to tease her, letting her know he was the one in control. He started grounding his body against her small frame, her clothes slipping up and down against the fabric of her robe. He fought the urge to destroy her clothes and plunge into her just to satisfy the hunger, he didn't know he had. Restraint… Restraint.
He reminded himself how small she was as his hand started exploring her taut flesh. He felt his body turned so hot, his primal cravings made him tremble in anticipation. Unable to fight the hunger, Mo Li waved his hand, removing her clothing and throwing it into the floor. For some reason, she was thankful for his actions, saving her the awkwardness of taking her own clothes off. The action, however, made her breath hitch.
She eyed him, biting her lower lip when she saw the thirst in his eyes. Just staring at him, made the butterflies in her stomach frenzied. Soon, she felt his hand on her naked stomach. Stroking, caressing her flesh. Then her mouth made its way into her neck, leaving small kisses until it reached her breast.
"Perfect," she heard him muttered before he swirled his tongue around her areola. She quivered under his touch. Lifting his mouth, Mo Li blow gently into her skin, making her stomach tightened. She immediately clamped her legs together, hoping to calm down the pulsations in between her thighs.
With her shaking hands, Fang Yu held his robe. She wanted to touch his body, she wanted to touch him. "Not yet," he whispered, nipping into her breasts. His hand started fondling her other breast, rolling her erect nipple between his fingers. Her small frame trembled from the sensation. Slowly, he dragged his hand into her stomach. She shifted under him, groaning as she waited for his hand to reached her thighs.
"You're dripping." He said while pushing aside the only clothing that remained on her body. He didn't hesitate as he pushed a thick finger inside her. Fang Yu closed her eyes from the sudden increase of pressure in her stomach, she grabbed his broad shoulders, a moan escaped from her dry throat. He moved his thumb, circling against her clitoris before he started thrusting his finger. In and out, in and out. Soon, her soft moans and gasps filled the room. She wanted more… "You like that, don't you?" she heard him say, his voice raspy, hoarse. It made her feel hot.
Fang Yu nodded. She opened her eyes and bit her lower lip while staring straight at him. Gulping, she stopped herself from telling him to do it faster. "You wanted more?" He raised an eyebrow. Again, she nodded.
"Say it."
His demanding voice drifted into her. "I— I want more. I want you." She heard herself say.
