The Typhoon's Dangerous Wife

LONG JIE! You ass"

She gripped his collar to pull him closer to threaten him but it was nothing threatening for the third person. They were close, too close for their own good. He was staring into her deep eyes as if to skim deep into her soul. She tried to move but....

One, two, three, four breaths, and he took her wrists, raising them above her head, his face coming close to her. His mouth was a kiss away, his breath warm hers it flowed over her, and she breathed him in.

Long Jie stared into her eyes for too long, his cat eyes, she fucking possessed him. His mouth slammed against hers, and her hands fisted into her hair, her leg coming up to wrap around him.

All of a sudden, this woman was both the epicenter of his world and the bane of his existence. A vice and a visceral need. She was stubborn and willful. Fucking wild, like she was made from the moon, and that madness moved through his blood like nothing ever had before.

It was one of those warring things that were total opposites but couldn't live without each other. He never wanted to have her, but he was desperate to keep her.

She moaned into his mouth, her hands fisting in his shirt, and then she pushed him away as hard as she could. She couldn't move him with physical strength alone, but when she said the word, "No!" He took a step back.

Her hand trembled as she set it over her mouth. She shook her head. "I hate you. I hate you so fucking much and I will hate you whole my life for the hell of everything that matters."

She stared at him intently, searching for something, and pulled the collar of the shirt before saying" This

doesn't change anything. You, me, or us" and pressed her mouth to his.

Her touch was fire against his heated skin. His blood began to boil, but a shiver felt bone-deep made him tremble all over.

Her mouth parted at the same time his hand came around her neck and pulled her together, his body moving with her like fire in the wind, their lips smashing, their tongues tangling.

A moan, soft and trembling, left her mouth, and he drank the sound down.

Walls slammed against her back as they moved from spot to spot, something uncontrolled and wild forcing them together, refusing to let them part.

A frustrated noise left her mouth when he pulled away from her.

They kissed hungrily for what seemed like an eternity like she was the oxygen he was dying to breathe.

And sometimes you don't need to be in love to kiss like your life depend on it.....