Chapter 23 - Finally Taking What Is MineShe arched her back instinctively, trying to escape the overwhelming sensation, but that just pushed her chest further into his hands, made her breasts overflow between his fingers in the most delicious way.
"Wait for what?" He kept kneading, rough and deliberate, watching her face twist between pain and pleasure. "You wanted me, didn't you? You were 'begging' for me just minutes ago."
"I—yes, but—hngh~!" Her protest cut off into a moan as he pinched both nipples simultaneously, rolling the hardened peaks between his fingers.
"But what? You changed your mind?" He released one breast, letting it bounce back into place, the pale skin now marked with faint red from his grip. His free hand moved down, sliding over her stomach, moving lower—
She grabbed his wrist, stopping him just before he reached her pussy.
Her hands were shaking, grip weak, but the gesture was clear.
He looked up at her face and saw it—'fear' mixing with the arousal in her eyes.
Not fear of him hurting her. Fear of something else.
"I'm... I'm scared," she whispered, voice breaking. Fresh tears rolled down her cheeks, dripping onto his chest. "What if... what if I can't...what if it's not the same as you remember?"
Ah. There it was.
She still thought he was Lin Feng. Still thought this was supposed to be some romantic reunion of husband and wife. Still expected him to make love to her gently, tenderly, like the hero would.
Fuck that.
"Let me make something clear," he said, voice dropping to a dangerous rumble. He sat up suddenly, forcing her to scramble for balance, and grabbed her throat—not choking, just holding, his thumb pressing against her pulse point.𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮
She froze, eyes going wide, a small "Eep~!" escaping her lips.
"I'm not who you think I am." He leaned in close, until their noses almost touched, until she could feel his breath on her lips. "And this isn't going to be gentle. This isn't going to be romantic. This is going to be 'exactly' what you need, whether you realize it or not."
"Wh-what do you—"
He kissed her, hard and demanding, swallowing her words. His tongue forced its way between her lips, invading her mouth, claiming it. She made a muffled sound of surprise but didn't pull away, and after a moment he felt her tongue hesitantly meet his.
Good girl.
He deepened the kiss, one hand still on her throat, the other moving back to grab her ass—squeezing the soft flesh, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks. He could feel her pussy pressed against his abs now, hot and wet, leaving slick trails on his skin.
When he finally broke the kiss, she was gasping, lips swollen and red, eyes unfocused.
"Now," he said calmly, releasing her throat to grab both her hips. "We're going to fix your cultivation. And the way we're going to do that is through dual cultivation."
She blinked slowly, processing his words through the haze of arousal. "D-dual cultivation? But that requires... we would need to..."
"Fuck. Yes." He said it bluntly, watching her face flush deeper red. "Multiple times. Many, 'many' times. Until your spiritual foundation rebuilds itself from the ground up."
Her mouth opened, closed, opened again. "I... is that really possible?"
"Yes." He shifted his grip on her hips, lifting her slightly and positioning her directly over his lap. Over his cock, still hidden by the sheet. "But only if you're completely mine. No holding back. No hesitation. No thinking about the past or who you 'think' I am."
He emphasized the last words, hoping she'd catch the hint.
She didn't.
Instead, she looked down at where he was positioning her, at the obvious bulge beneath her pussy, and swallowed hard.
"I... I trust you," she whispered, silver eyes shimmering with tears again. "I've always trusted you. I'll do whatever it takes."
Something in his chest twisted again—that same annoying sensation from earlier.
Damn it.
"Then prove it," he said, voice rough. He grabbed her right breast again, squeezing hard enough to make her wince, and at the same time used his other hand to yank the sheet away from his waist.
His cock sprang free, hard and thick, the tip already glistening with precum.
Lianhua's eyes went wide, gaze locked on his erection like she'd never seen one before.
She probably hadn't, actually. Virgin widow of a hero who never consummated their marriage. This was literally her first time seeing a dick in person.
"It's... big," she breathed, and he would've laughed at how cliché that sounded if he wasn't so focused on how her pussy clenched at the sight, more wetness dripping down to coat his shaft.
"And it's going inside you," he said matter-of-factly, watching her face flush deeper. "Deep inside. All the way to your core, where your shattered dantian is. And it's going to stay there, pumping you full of spiritual energy until you're screaming."
"I—" She couldn't seem to form words, still staring at his cock, body trembling.
He took advantage of her distraction to grab her hips again and lift her up, positioning her directly over his erection. The head of his cock brushed against her wet folds, and she gasped, whole body jolting.
"Wait wait wait—!" She finally snapped back to awareness, hands flying to his chest, pushing weakly. "I'm not—I need a moment to—"
"No." He held her firmly in place, keeping her suspended with his cockhead barely parting her pussy lips. "You need to stop thinking and start feeling."
"But—hngh~!" Her protest turned into a moan as he shifted his hips slightly, rubbing the sensitive head of his cock against her clit.
The sensation made her thighs tremble, made more wetness leak out to coat him.
He could feel how ready she was, how her entrance was already trying to pull him in. But he held back, kept her suspended there, right on the edge.
"Tell me what you want," he commanded, squeezing her breast hard enough to make her wince again.
"I—I want—" She bit her lip, eyes squeezed shut, face burning with embarrassment.
"Say it." He pinched her nipple, twisted slightly.
"Ahhnn~! I want... I want you inside me~!" The words burst out of her, desperate and needy.
"Inside where?" He was being cruel now, he knew it, but watching her struggle to voice her desires was too entertaining.
"M-my..." She couldn't say it, too mortified.
He moved his hand from her breast down between her legs, fingers finding her clit and rubbing in slow circles. "Here?"
"Hnnngh~! N-no, lower—!"
His fingers moved down, teasing her entrance, one digit barely dipping inside her tight heat. "Here?"
"YES~! Please, please, I need—!" She was grinding against his hand now, shameless in her desperation.
He pulled his fingers away, ignoring her whimper of loss, and gripped her hips with both hands.
"Need what?"
Her silver eyes opened, locking onto his, tears streaming down her cheeks—but this time from frustration and overwhelming need rather than sadness.
"I need you to fill me~!" She finally sobbed out. "Please, I can't—it hurts, I need you inside, please~!"
There it was.
Complete surrender.
He smirked, feeling that familiar rush of dominance—not the heaven-controlled villain urge, but something purer. 'His' desire to possess, to claim, to own.
"Good girl," he murmured, and started to lower her onto his cock.
The head pressed against her entrance, and he felt the resistance of her virginity. Tight, 'impossibly' tight, her body instinctively clenching against the intrusion.
She gasped, hands gripping his shoulders hard enough that her claws pricked his skin. "It's—it's too big, I don't think—"
"It'll fit." He pushed a bit more, feeling her entrance slowly start to stretch around his cockhead. "Your body is made for this. Made for 'me'."