For the next few days, Jiang Yi spent every night in Zhong Lin’s bed. N4ked against him, she lay cradled in his arms. Sometimes her legs would scissor around him, riding him until he spilled. Other times, her hand would work him to completion, the rhythmic strokes bringing him to the edge. Afterward, he’d carry her to the bathroom, washing her tenderly before slipping a nightgown over her damp skin.
Back in bed, he’d hold her close, his warmth a comforting presence. Sometimes, drifting between sleep and wakefulness, she’d feel the gentle pressure of his lips against the nape of her neck, a silent promise of more to come.
Night after night, for over three weeks, it never stopped. Even on the nights when work kept him late, Zhong Lin would slip into her room, carry her out, and hold her close as he slept. It was as if he couldn't sleep without her.
Weekends were especially indulgent. If his schedule was clear, he'd spend the entire afternoon with Jiang Yi, coaxing her clothes off and playing with her in their room until dinner. Afterward, he'd carry her to his study, where she'd work on her school assignments while he handled business. They might start side-by-side, but it wouldn't be long before she was in his lap, her clothes disappearing again. He'd caress and kiss her tirelessly, exploring her legs, stomach, br3asts, and back, until they inevitably tumbled onto the bed, n4ked and intertwined. Jiang Yi was starting to feel the strain.
Thankfully, after one particularly intense afternoon and evening, as Zhong Lin held her close that night, he mentioned an upcoming business trip. Jiang Yi, drowsy until that moment, snapped to attention, a spark in her eyes. Zhong Lin narrowed his gaze, his long leg draped over her to keep her still. He turned her head, forcing her to meet his eyes. "I'm thinking, maybe I should take you with me."
Panic flared, and Jiang Yi quickly shook her head. "No."
He leaned in, his lips pressing against hers. Fearful of displeasing him and being forced to accompany him, she opened her mouth, her tongue darting out to meet his in a rare display of initiative. The gesture tightened his throat. He flipped her over, his hardening c0ck pressing between her legs, the friction starting anew.
"Mmm... no... tomorrow's Monday, I have to... get up... early..."
Normally, he would have stopped, but this time, her pleas fell on deaf ears. He was determined to have her again. Resigned, Jiang Yi squeezed her legs together, her breath coming in soft gasps, her eyes hazy. "Then hurry up," she murmured, the words laced with an unintentional coquettishness.
She hadn't noticed the shift in her own behavior, but Zhong Lin had. Her initial fear, wariness, and aloofness had gradually given way to comfort and a willingness to show her playful side, her little tantrums. Her body, too, had grown accustomed to him, even beginning to crave his touch.
When he caressed her, kissed her, or rubbed against her with his er3ction, her body responded with uninhibited honesty. She no longer passively received his attentions but actively sought them out. He'd even noticed the slickness between her legs when he cleaned her, a clear sign of her arovsal.
A wave of possessiveness washed over him. He didn't want to let her go, not even for a moment. He wanted to tie her to him, take her everywhere. He tilted her head back, his mouth opening to engulf her in a deep, languid kiss. He tenderly lapped at the moisture escaping her lips, savoring it before returning to her mouth for gentle pecks. Below, his hips continued their relentless rhythm, grinding and rubbing against her.
He kept her up late, and she finally drifted off to sleep. When her alarm woke her the next morning, Zhong Lin was gone. Remembering the night before, she glanced down at her inner thighs. The delicate skin was flushed pink, but unmarked.
Touching it, she felt the smooth, tender flesh. A blush crept up her cheeks as she recalled Zhong Lin applying ointment to her a few days earlier.
"Your skin is so sensitive," he'd murmured. "Just a few strokes and it's already pink." That same night, he'd brought home a soothing ointment with a faint, pleasant fragrance, more like an essential oil. It worked wonders, leaving her skin soft and unmarked by morning. She wondered how late he'd kept her up, since the rosy hue hadn't completely faded.
Shaking her head and patting her warm cheeks, Jiang Yi slipped out of bed and hurried back to her own room, feeling like she'd been sneaking around. These past few weeks had been a thrilling, clandestine affair, dodging the household staff and Zhong Cheng, who was also home, as they indulged in their secret rendezvous.
But such secrecy rarely lasts. As Jiang Yi tiptoed back to her room, she bumped into Zhong Cheng. Nerves tightened her chest, her eyes darting around as she stammered a greeting. "M-Morning. I... I was thirsty, so I went downstairs for some water." Her excuse was transparent.
Zhong Cheng, noticing her unease but not pressing the matter, simply replied, "Mm," before continuing down the stairs. Jiang Yi breathed a sigh of relief and quickly slipped into her room. As Zhong Cheng descended, a thoughtful look flickered in his usually indifferent eyes. He'd seen the love bite on her neck.