“No… don’t…” she whispered, her body melting against him.

He stopped the grinding motion, holding her close. He lifted her chin, his thumb gently wiping away the tears that had welled in her eyes.

“You don’t want this?” he asked.

His voice was gentle, but his eyes held an unwavering intensity that dared her to refuse. He was Zhong Lin, Zhong Yunde’s eldest son, the head of the Zhong empire, the very person Liang Yan had repeatedly urged her to please.

Jiang Yi lowered her gaze, avoiding his eyes. She didn't answer, but her struggles ceased. That was answer enough.

Zhong Lin scooped her into his arms, one hand supporting her bvttocks, the other cradling her head as he kissed her again, his lips demanding.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he commanded, his voice thick with desire. “Hold me.”

Obediently, she tightened her legs around his waist, her arms circling his neck as she surrendered to the kiss.

He carried her upstairs, still kissing her deeply. He laid her on the bed and followed her down, burying his face in her neck, nipping and sucking at her skin. His hands roamed over her body, quickly finding their way to her br3asts, his palms cupping their fullness.

A wave of unfamiliar sensations washed over her, a mixture of fear and excitement. Then she saw him undo his belt, unzip his pants, and pull out his thick, hard c0ck.

“No… don’t!” she cried, squeezing her legs together.

Zhong Lin paused, his eyes locking with hers.

Her heart pounded in her chest, tears welling up again. “No… please…”

His expression softened. He bent his head, licking away her tears. “I won’t put it in,” he said.

Her eyes widened, a flicker of hope in their depths.

He trailed his hand along her thigh to her inner leg, his voice husky. “I'll give you time. Until you’re eighteen. I won't put it in until then.”

She was still months away from her eighteenth birthday.

His fingers hooked the edge of her panties, pulling them down. “But in the meantime,” he continued, “you’ll have to give me something.”

Trapped between his words and his actions, she felt as though refusal would break the fragile promise he’d just made.

She let him pull off her panties and nightgown, her body exposed to his touch, his kisses. He shed his own clothes, his strong, n4ked body pressing against hers. He nestled his er3ction between her thighs, his hand covering hers as he guided them to grip him. He began to fvck her legs.

Jiang Yi glanced down, her eyes widening at the sight of his c0ck moving between her legs, the large tip pushing past her thighs, then retreating, then appearing again.

A blush burned her cheeks. She quickly closed her eyes, but her other senses heightened. The image was seared into her mind. The friction against her thighs was intense, igniting a strange warmth within her. An unfamiliar heat spread through her body, a strange yearning rising from deep inside. She felt a wetness between her legs.

Shame washed over her. She squeezed her legs tighter, inadvertently gripping him even more firmly.

“Mmm…” he groaned, a sound of both discomfort and pleasure.

Zhong Lin tilted her head back, capturing her lips in a deep kiss. He released her mouth, his tongue tracing the lingering moisture. He resumed the rhythmic movement against her legs, his lips trailing down her neck to her ear. “You almost broke me,” he whispered, his voice husky with amusement.

Her ears burned. He chuckled, his hand tightening on her thigh as he increased the pace.

The rest of the night was a blur. She remembered the growing heat in her body, the way her limbs felt heavy and weak, her mind hazy with unfamiliar pleasure. She felt like she was floating in a warm sea, the only sounds his ragged breathing and her own soft, shameful moans, rising and falling in a continuous wave.

Zhong Lin came twice before he finally stopped. He carried her to the bathroom, holding her close as they bathed. He played with her br3asts in the warm water, his arovsal returning. He held her tight, stroking himself again before finally, with a visible effort, he stopped.

He carried her back to bed, holding her close, inhaling the scent of the shared shower gel. He felt a deep sense of contentment and warmth.

“Goodnight,” he whispered, kissing her hair, his voice as soft as a lover’s murmur.