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Chapter 7: Falling for You, Deeply
His head was still spinning from the kiss she'd given him. It wasn't just her lips—it was the way she held him, the way her voice trembled yet stayed brave.
"I'm your wife, and you're my husband," she whispered, her arms still wrapped tightly around his waist. "I'll only leave if you tell me you truly don't want me. We may not have started with love, but this marriage is real… and I'm not letting go."
"Yin..." Jinye murmured, his voice low and tender, as if her name itself was sacred to him.
"Hmm?" she hummed softly against his chest.
"Can you promise me something?" he asked.
She looked up at him, her gaze pure and open. "What is it?"
"Don't leave me," he said. "Even if I ask you to one day. Even if I push you away."
She blinked, then smiled faintly. "You really don't know how stubborn I am, do you? If I fall in love with you... it'll take more than a few words to chase me away."
Jinye exhaled, a tension he hadn't realized he was holding leaving his body. "Do you think someone like me... can fall in love?"
She tilted her head. "Love doesn't care about someone's status or past. And you… you're kind. Honest. Frustrating, but gentle when it matters. So yes, I believe you can fall. Deep."
He cupped her cheek gently. "What if I told you… I already have?"
Her breath caught. "You mean…?"
"I love you, Yin. Not because I feel responsible. Not because of duty. I love you because you've become a part of me."
Her eyes shimmered. "Jinye... I never imagined someone would say that to me. Not sincerely. Not like this."
He swept her off her feet, lifting her like she weighed nothing, and carried her toward the bedroom. "Then let me show you."
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Inside the room, he set her down on the bed like a precious gem, handling her with reverent care. She reached up, brushing his hair from his eyes. "Let's finish what we started," she whispered.
He smiled—and undressed with quiet confidence. Each button, each fold of cloth revealing skin sculpted from discipline and desire.
Her heart raced.
She reached for her robe, but paused. "Should I…?"
"Let me," he said, voice hoarse.
She gave a timid nod.
His fingers grazed her collarbones, slipping the robe from her shoulders, revealing her soft skin, her curves, her vulnerability. His gaze didn't leer—it admired, worshipped.
"You're breathtaking, Yin."
She flushed a deep red. "Stop staring…"
"I can't," he replied, leaning in. His hands were warm, slow, tracing the outline of her waist before settling on her thighs. He kissed her—first soft, then deeper, needier. One hand cradled her neck while the other traveled lower, teasing her entrance with featherlight touches.
"Ah… Jinye…" she moaned, unable to hold it in.
He moved slowly, deliberately, exploring her responses. Every sigh, every twitch of her hips, was a language he learned to speak.
"You're soaked," he whispered against her neck, "Is this all for me?"
She nodded, eyes glassy with desire.
Without another word, he slid a finger inside her. Her walls clenched tightly, greedily. He added another, curling them gently until she arched beneath him.
"Please…" she breathed.
"Please what?" he teased, watching her bite her lip.
"Claim me," she whispered.
He smirked, but she wasn't in the mood for teasing anymore. In a bold move, she pushed him down and straddled him, her thighs trembling but firm. She reached between them, wrapping her fingers around his hard length, and guided him to her entrance.
"Yin…" he groaned, gripping her waist.
She sank down slowly, inch by inch, both of them gasping as they became one. Her pace was slow, sensual, the kind that drove him crazy. Her soft moans filled the room like a symphony—desperate, raw, honest.
"You're so tight… fuck," he growled, eyes glued to where their bodies met.
She started to ride him in rhythm, her hips grinding, her chest bouncing with every motion. He reached up, massaging her breasts, teasing her nipples until she cried out louder.
"Don't stop," she begged.
"I won't," he promised, flipping her over and thrusting deep.
They moved together, faster, harder, each thrust knocking her breath from her lungs. She clawed at his back, her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper. Her orgasm hit like a wave—violent, blinding. She screamed his name.
"Yin…"
"I'm coming… ahhh Jinye!"
He came with a deep groan, spilling inside her as he held her tightly, refusing to let go.
Their bodies trembled in the aftermath, slick with sweat, tangled in sheets and emotion. He kissed her shoulder, then her neck, and whispered, "I love you."
She smiled lazily. "I love you too, husband."
They held each other under the soft light, the world quiet around them. For that moment, there was no past, no pressure—only passion and the slow, unfolding truth of love.
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