Chapter 316: Chapter 3 16; I decide when you break
Drawn to it, Tang Fei padded barefoot across the room. She hesitated for only a moment before pressing her hand against the cool door handle and easing it open.
The mist rolled out instantly, warm and heavy, wrapping around her like a silken veil. She barely had time to step inside before a strong hand seized her wrist, tugging her fully into the haze.
Her gasp echoed softly as the door shut behind her, her back pressed against the cool marble wall. Through the veil of steam, Huo Ting Cheng’s tall figure emerged, bare skin slick with water, black hair plastered back, his sharp gaze burning even through the mist.
"Fei’er, why are you sneaking around?" he murmured, his voice low, husky, dangerous in its intimacy. She immediately blushed and that voice made her core tingling.
Her protest died on her lips as his fingers slid up to the collar of her robe, tugging at the knot. With one fluid motion, he eased the silk away, letting it fall to the floor. Her thin pajamas clung faintly to her frame in the damp heat, but even those he didn’t spare. His hands were firm yet deliberate, stripping away the last barrier between them until she stood trembling, bare under the cascade of steam and his unrelenting stare.
"Ting Cheng..." she whispered, half warning, half plea. This man has been too proactive for the last few times, than usual and then, he would just tease her and doesn’t give it to her...
But he silenced her by pulling her into the shower. Hot water poured over them both, soaking her hair, sliding over her skin, merging them into the same breathless rhythm. His hands roamed with a hunger she felt in her bones, every touch claiming, every press of his body against hers leaving no space for retreat.
The steam clouded the room, but his presence was everywhere, against her lips, at her throat, along her spine. His kiss was wet, searing, stealing her air, and yet she gave in, clutching at his shoulders as if he were both danger and salvation.
"Mine," he growled against her mouth, pinning her fully beneath the spray, water cascading around them. "always mine..."
Her heart thundered, her breath hitching, tangled between fear and aching desire as the water drenched them, washing away the fatigue yet binding them closer in its heat.
Water streamed down Tang Fei’s skin, plastering her hair to her shoulders, tracing every delicate curve the same way his hands did. Huo Ting Cheng pinned her against the slick marble, his body hot despite the spray of water cascading over him.
His mouth claimed hers again, deeper this time, hungry, and relentless. The kiss wasn’t gentle; it was possession made flesh, every stroke of his tongue demanding, every breath stolen from her lips.
She gasped against him, her hands braced against his chest as though to push him back, but instead her fingers curled, gripping him tighter. Her resistance melted with every press of his hips against hers, every shudder that ran through her body when his hands moved lower, sliding over her thighs, parting them easily beneath the pounding shower.
"Fei’er" he whispered against her ear, his voice low and hoarse, "don’t you think it’s too early to be leaving your husband in bed?"
Her breath hitched, her lashes heavy with droplets, clinging to her cheeks. "I didn’t want to wake you, you were sleeping soundly..."
"You belong to me, Fei’er," he growled, dragging his teeth lightly over the soft skin of her shoulder, making her shiver. "Even your silence... even your breath in the morning is mine."
His fingers slipped between her thighs, teasing with slow, devastating precision. Tang Fei’s knees nearly buckled, the hot water pounding against her back as she clutched at him for balance. A cry escaped her lips, swallowed immediately as his mouth covered hers again, the sound turning into a muffled moan against his kiss.
Her body arched, caught between the hard marble at her back and the unyielding press of his body at her front. Each stroke, each touch, blurred the line between punishment and worship.
"Ting Cheng..." she gasped, trembling, water streaming down her chest as his lips trailed lower, tasting the droplets along her skin, biting just hard enough to leave her marked.
Her hands tangled in his wet hair, pulling him closer, surrender bleeding into every movement. He lifted her easily, as though she weighed nothing, pressing her higher against the wall, her legs wrapping instinctively around his waist. The raw heat of his body against hers was unbearable, and undeniable.
"You always tease me but you don’t give it to me...." Tang Fei whined feeling the unbearable hormones going rampant...
"Can’t we just have some intimacy without doing it?" He slightly smirked leaving hickeys all over her neck...
Her complaint slipped out as a breathless whine, her nails digging into his shoulders. The pounding of the shower masked her racing heartbeat, but nothing could mask the heat curling low in her belly.
Huo Ting Cheng’s smirk only deepened, his eyes gleaming darkly as his mouth moved across her throat, leaving burning trails of wet kisses and bruising marks. "Fei’er," he murmured, voice a velvet threat, "if I gave you everything right now... You wouldn’t be able to leave this room for the rest of the day."
She trembled, biting her lip hard, her body straining toward his even as she tried to resist the lure in his tone. "Then... stop teasing me..."
But his only answer was a low chuckle against her skin, his teeth scraping lightly at the hollow of her neck. His hands roamed lower, possessive, deliberately stirring her trembling core until her protest dissolved into a sharp, helpless cry.
Her back arched, her fingers tangling in his soaked hair, pulling desperately. Yet just when she thought he’d give her what she begged for, he pulled back slightly, forcing her to meet his gaze through the mist.
"Patience," he growled, his forehead pressing against hers, his breath hot even under the cold spray of water. "I decide when you break. Not you."