Chapter 106 - 106 The Returning of The Lord

Oh no...

He reaches down and slowly start rubbing his palm, up and down, between my thighs.

It's the perfect amount of friction at the perfect tempo.

I hold his eyes in the mirror.

F.u.c.k.i.n.g hell, I'm gagging for him again.

I drop my head back, giving him perfect access to my neck, his tongue working a firm, heavy trail up the column of my throat, circling at the sensitive hollow under my ear.

"You come again?" he teases in my ear as he works my core.

"Hm...I need you." I say lightly

"Baby, those words make me so happy. Always?" He asks.

"Yes," I confirm him.

He growls his approval.

"Now, I want to be inside you." He yanks my h.i.p.s forward and positions himself at my entrance before hammering into me on an ear-piercing yell that echoes around the vast bathroom.

"Oh...oohh. Dear," I support myself on the vanity unit, bracing myself for the onslaught.

He crashes forward.

" Yes, I'm here my babe," He says.

Now I'm subjected to a relentless, desperate round of punishing blows as he yells like a man who got possessed. He yanking me back and impaling me to the most excruciating depths.

My head is spinning, my body abused, and I'm out of my mind on the most intense, painful and pleasurable drug that is himself.

I drop my limp head.

Holy mother f**king GOD!

His hands move to my shoulders.

"Babe. Look at me!" he yells, pounding me with a purposeful blow at his demand.

I draw in a sharp breath, drag my heavy head up and find him in the mirror, but it's hard to focus. I'm being thundered forward, my arms struggling to hold me as he slaps against my backside on continuous groans.

His frown line is so deep, his neck muscles strained. The demanding, brutal Lord has returned.

"Promise me that you'll never hold out on me again, will you, babe?" he barks through laboured grunts.

"No! Promise me, you're never leaving me, are you? Yes. You won't."

Oh, here we go again.

All the coded lovemaking talk scrambles my brain more than the formidable assault my body is under him.

"Ohh, where the f**k, I'll be going?" I scream in frustration on another merciless blow.

"Manner!" he roars urgently.

"Tell me in words, Wei Lin," he demands and strikes viciously.

"Oh, God!" I cry.

My knees buckle and his hands move quickly to my waist, capturing me.

My world goes completely silent as I ride out the vibration of waves that piston through me, so harshly, I think my heart might have ceased from shock.

"God!" He falls to the floor, rolling onto his back so I'm lay across him, my back to his front, his arms sprawled out at his side. I'm being heaved up and down on top of him.

My mind is foggy, churned up the mess and my poor body is wondering what the hell just happened.

That was a sense of lovemaking if ever there was one.

But for what purpose?

"I'm fuu..c…" I snap my mouth shut before I earn myself another scorn, but he still lifts an arm and finds my hip to have a little dig

"Hey!" I complain. I suppressed the urge.

It's an improvement.

He engulfs me in his arms and inhales into my neck.

"Good. You shouldn't say it." He approving.

"What? Huh...What with that I won't leave you? Listen! Yes. I won't leave you. Happy now?"

"Yes, I am, but that's not what I meant." He says

"What did you mean?" I scoff.

He makes a meal of exhaling deeply into my ear.

"Huh, forget it, you want to go again?'

I splutter on a laboured breath.

What again? He's joking, right?

I know I won't be able to say no for a start, he won't let me, but seriously again? I feel the slight jerk of a hushed chuckle under me.

"I will never get enough of you too." I keep my voice steady and serious.

He freezes under me but then increases his vice hold on me.

"I'm glad. I feel the same. But my heart has been through enough in the last twenty-four hours, what with your defiance and lack of obedience. I don't know how much more it can take." he says.

There we are; lack of obedience. Hello! He is a control freak!

"It must be because of your age," I mutter.

"Hey, lady," He rolls us over so I'm facing down on the bathroom floor and he's blanketing me.

He bites my ear, blowing hot breath into it.

"My age has nothing to do with it." He chomps at my lobe a bit more as I writhed under him.

"It's because of you!" he says accusingly and grabbing my hip.

"Not me!" I scream, making a futile attempt to free myself.

"Huh. Okay, I give in!" I surrender.

"I wish you f**king would," he grumbles, releasing me.

"Hey! Old man," I mutter on a grin.

I'm hoofed to my feet in lightning speed and pushed up the wall, my arms pinned above my head. I purse my lips to suppress my laugh

He narrows his eyes fiercely. "I prefer you call me great knight." he notifies me, hitting me with a heart-stopping kiss, thrusting his body against mine and pushing me up the wall.

"Lol. You can be my knight," I agree.

"Oh no, I really can't get enough of you, my dear," He declares.

I smile.

"Good boy." I approve.

"You're my ultimate temptress." He swaths my face with his lips, and I sigh against him.

"Are you not hungry?" he asks.

"Yes, I am. Very, "I'm famished.

He picks me up and walks over to the vanity unit, placing me gently down.

"Since I've made love to you, and now I'm going to feed you." He says proudly

My brow knits at his tactlessness.

Why not, he has made love to me and makes me a meal too. That's perfect.

He leaves me on the unit to turn the shower on.

I fall into a daydream, just watching the muscles of his back ripple with his movements.

"In you get." He holds his hand out.

I slide off the unit, taking his hand and letting him lead me into the shower.

"It kills me to do this." he sighs, taking the natural sponge.

"What kills you?" I hold his shoulder as he kneels in front of me, working up my legs to the insides of my thighs in slow, soapy circles.

"I hate washing off of you." His face is sorrowful.

Does he mean it?

I stand, letting him clean all the traces of him away from me, working carefully, lovingly and flicking me small smiles when he catches me watching him.

My hair is shampooed and conditioned, and I take the sponge to return the favour. It takes me a lot longer with his body being a lot bigger than mine, my task hindered further by my need to kiss every square inch of him.

He lets me have my way, smiling down at me and squirting more shower gel on the sponge when I hold it out. As normal, I linger over his scar, hoping he will open up to me, but he doesn't… again.

One day, I tell myself when I don't know. Perhaps this will all be over before I ever do know. The thought depresses me. I never want this to be over.

I'm wrapped up in a soft, white towel, showered with light kisses all over my face before he tucks me under his arm and walks us into the bedroom.

"Put your lace on," he says softly, making his way into the wardrobe and appearing a few minutes later in some green, striped lounge pants. I smile. I love him in sludgy brown.

" Wait for you in the kitchen. Okay?"

"Yeah, okay," I confirm quietly.

He winks then striding out of the bedroom, leaving me to find my lace. I was thinking more along the lines of big knickers and a cosy sweatshirt, but he's in too good a mood to break it over such a minor detail.

I look around the room for any signs of my bags, seeing nothing. Wandering into the wardrobe, I find my dresses and shoes.

Most of the clothes in here, all hanging neatly in their own little space. Some of it was likely he bought new for me.

I smile at the thought of Feng Teng making a little gap for me in his vast wardrobe. Did he unpack on his own my things or the housekeeper did?"