The Typhoon's Dangerous Wife

(Warning: The chapter contains R-18 scenes. Though the novel has an R-18 tag, I still hope you have noticed that. So, if any of you is underaged for all this adult content, skip it. Thank you.)

Once upon a time, there was a lonely little girl who was played when she was at the age of playing with dolls, and had no real friends and thought she would spend all her life alone until a prince charming knocked at her door and swept her off her feet.

But the princess charming was unlike all the tales she had heard.

The prince charming in stories was sweet, loving, kind but most of all charming.

But her prince charming was demanding, manipulative, and infuriating arrogant, but most of all bossy and irritating.

All the negative qualities she should have stayed away from. Then again, who could stay away from vices?

But could that prince charming kiss like hers? Like he was starving. Like she was a visceral need. Like she was the center of his goddamm life. Like she was a goddess meant to be cherished with his lips. Like she was the means and the end in itself. Like...she would slip off his hands if he didn't drink the last drop of pleasure of her lips.

The kiss was raw as the emotions in her eyes, burning as the lava pouring out of a volcano and passionate as a poet writing sonnets for his beloved.

This was how she took all the sense out of him. She was maddening but her body was the nectar, so pious, so his, that he couldn't get enough of her. Her body was made only for him. To feast. To savor. To worship.

If her core had a rhythm it would match the thud-thud of her heart. So sensitive that one touch from him, and there would be nothing but her undoing. Nonetheless, it was a gorgeous rhythm.

He trailed kisses all over her body from her mouth to his neck, from her stomach to her belly button, and at last her core. Sucking on her, licking every inch of her, his tongue going in her, she trembled and he gripped her thighs even harder once he positioned his mouth between the source of holy nectar.

Her moans only made him want to suck even harder. To see how wet she could become. To hear how loud she'd cry out.

"Oh!...Oh!…oh my God!" She shivered before coming for him, her cheeks were crimson and her eyes blurry with tears of pleasure. This was something she had craved, needed, and it did not take long for him to give exactly what she was craving and needing. She screamed out his name as the pleasure build inside her, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly, nails digging into his skin and she was sure it would leave marks afterward.

He moved up to her neck as he trailed kisses and bites from down to up, and she hissed when he bit and sucked at the skin there. His erection was hard as a stone against her soft skin. His gray eyes were voraciously darkened with desire.

"What have you done to me, Cat eyes?" He whispered as he loomed over her to adjust himself within her. If desire could kill, he would gladly choose to die by desiring of her.

"The same thing you have done to me," she whispered back and connected her lips to his as he slid inside her with a thrust.

He whispered something about her being ready, wet and hot for him but she was too high on him to hear. She didn't realize how and when she matched his pace and thrusts. There was no shame. No responsibilities. No danger. Just pleasure. And him.

Noises she had no control over escaped her mouth. Her cheeks were scarlet but with want not shame. But to him, her noises were a beautiful melody even if the noises were raw and ugly.

The more she responded to him, the more he seemed to want her. Whenever she made noises, he would growl with her, suck and bite her.

His thrusts became harder and faster, almost maddening her. Pumping in and out of her.

"Say, you're mine." He grunted.

"Ah... " He thrust even harder.

"Say it... Cat eyes... " Lord, he didn't know what possessed him at that moment, but he wanted to hear from his mouth that she was his. He wanted to hear her calling her - - his from the moment he had laid his eyes on her.

"I."Thrust."am."Thrust."Yours."Thrust."Jie." And her last word unleashed a starving wild animal who wouldn't, couldn't stop until he devoured her.

The thrusts didn't stop but he went even deeper, making noise that belonged to a growling tiger. She cried out in response but he didn't stop.

"You belong to me." He breathed out.

"I do." She moaned out.

"Just like you do to me."

He was about to go at a steady pace, but then he hit her hard when he heard her bossing him on the bed-- his territory. She could boss him around all she wanted but once she was beneath him, he was the boss.

She screamed out, wrapping her legs around him, wanting to keep the feeling of thrusting as close as possible. The feeling was magical. Heavenly. Perhaps, otherworldly too.

But did she care? No, only a fool would care and she was never a fool. Right?

Instinct urged him to go slower. Tonight was about being unhurried and making love to his wife for the first time. But the yearning to move faster and rough won at the end.

He looked at her face as the light illuminated her eyes. He insisted on making love with lights on unlike the last time.

Something warm and fuzzy rang in his chest when he heard her whispering his name again and again. He would be lying if he said it was not a piece of music to his ears.

She whispered his name one last time, but this having a hard time finding her breath as he spilled himself inside of her at the same time she came around him again.

In the end, he was unable to contain the groan in his chest because the pleasure of coming inside of her was too maddening.

After that, he closed his eyes as he pulled her close to him to feel his beating heart and snaked his arms around her waist. She rested her head on his chest, the rhythm of his beating heart was comforting, calming, and even hypnotic.

If euphoria was a place on earth, it would be his arms.

********

On the other side.

"LILY." Long Shaoming warned her

."Don't you dare! Don't you dare call my son that again!"

Under no circumstances would he let her belittle his son. Wife or not. Didn't even matter how complicated his relationship was with his son.

"Why, Shaoming? Why? Aren't you afraid that people will talk that the son you are quite proud of, is not perfect? An imperfect Long. An inept son.The terrible failure of our lives. He will be your damnation, Shaoming. Mark my words." Song Lily was walking on thin ice but what was profit without the risk? And she would do anything to eliminate Long Jie and his wife from their perfect lives.

The Song Lily his father chose for his son to be his bride, sang praises of her who, according to him, was one of the kindest women on this planet.

When, in fact, she was a rotten and despicable from the inside out, a greedy monster who feasted on the suffering of her others and did everything to attain what she held dear to herself without caring for the consequences.

"You still have time, Shaoming. Listen to dad once. Long Jie is not capable of leading the family. If you don't want Yuan to be the head, you can also choose Wei. He is --"

"You never fail to amaze me, Lily. Never. You proved me right again. Greedy woman."Long Shaoming looked at her in disdain.

Silence.

"Just one last question-- What happened during those years, Lily? What changed my son? What shaped him into the man he is today?" Long Shaomimg asked his wife with conflicting emotions. If he was not so immersed in capturing power in his hands, at least his son wouldn't have such a shitty childhood.

He had been asking her the same question for years now but one thing hadn't changed till now-- her silence on the subject. She would never answer no matter what.

Closing his eyes, he could still see the tattered condition of Long Jie when he came back years ago. It was the most horrifying scene for him and perhaps the most unforgettable one too.

"You don't have answers again? Do you?" He asked her again. How long he had to wait for answers? he wanted to ask her but he didn't because he knew it would be useless.

"Fine." He exhaled.

"I want my son back in my house with his new bride. Until then, your cards are frozen and you are not allowed to step out of the threshold of this house without my permission."

He announced and left the room leaving his guilty wife behind. He was not coming back tonight to her and it was evident. Anyways, it was not the first time.

[PS: I know none of you skipped the steamy part. Make sure your parents don't scold me for spoiling their innocent kids. Huh, you are welcome too ]