Clumsy Beast, Keep Your Paws Off

An Mo’s golden eyes darkened into a deep shade of golden as he looked down at Su Qinglan.

"It hurts..." she whispered pitifully, her tear-filled, feverish eyes literally begging him to touch her. She looked so sweet and defenseless, practically pleading with him to give her relief.

An Mo felt like he was losing his mind bit by bit. Every primal instinct inside his beast body was screaming at him to take her right now, but he forced himself to hold back.

He couldn’t rush her. After all, this was their very first time together, and he wanted to make it deeply memorable and sweet for her, not rough or rushed.

He gently laid her back down on the soft bed, but Su Qinglan squirmed wildly under his gaze. Her small, delicate hands refused to stay still.

She was continuously scratching at his chest and shoulders, her soft nails dragging against his skin and tickling his heart like a desperate, needy kitten.

If he didn’t control her right now, she was definitely going to bite him!

An Mo chuckled warmly at her eager behavior. With a swift, gentle movement, he grabbed both of her slender wrists and pinned them securely above her head against the plush pillows.

Su Qinglan blinked up at him, biting her lower lip in frustration.

She glared at him as if silently accusing him of being a massive bully! Instead of giving her what she desperately wanted, he was choosing to tease and bully her even more!

An Mo chuckled softly at her fiery, accusatory glare, but he still didn’t let go of her hands.

His gaze slowly swept down her flushed, supple body. Leaning down, his hot breath fanned tantalizingly against her cheeks and lips.

"Tell me, Lanlan..." he whispered with a playful, mischievous smile, "where does it hurt?"

Su Qinglan shuddered violently at his proximity, letting out a sharp gasp. She glared at his smiling face before muttering in a raspy, needy voice, "It hurts... there."

An Mo chuckled softly at her answer, his heart melting from her sweet honesty.

However, seeing that he was still taking his sweet time, Su Qinglan’s pitiful eyes suddenly flashed with a hidden spark of mischief.

Without any warning, she pulled her knees up and instantly rubbed them directly against his already hardened length!

An Mo’s entire body froze. He was completely stunned by her sudden, bold move! He looked down into her mischievous, feverish eyes, realizing that she was actively challenging his self-control!

"Lanlan, don’t..." An Mo growled low in his throat, his breath hitching sharply against her ear.

His self-control was already hanging by a microscopic thread, and her sudden provocation felt like a flame landing on a mountain of gunpowder. He felt like he was about to completely lose his mind!

Determined to take back full control, An Mo used his other leg to gently press her legs apart and trap them, locking her completely beneath his broad frame.

"Lanlan, no," he growled huskily against her ear, his voice dripping with dominant heat. "Only you are mine today. Only I get to touch you. You are not allowed to touch me yet."

Without giving her another second to play any more tricks, An Mo bent his head down and captured her lips in a fierce, possessive kiss that stole the very air from her lungs.

At the same time, his free hand reached down, gently lifting her soft legs and guiding them to wrap tightly around his broad, muscular waist, bringing her completely flush against him.

Su Qinglan’s mind buzzed softly when she heard his deep, possessive voice. Hearing how desperately he wanted her only for himself made a strange, sweet heat bloom inside her chest.

Her vision blurred slightly with feverish warmth as she stared up at him. Pushing through the thick haze of desire, a mischievous spark returned to her eyes.

"Then... this female of yours will grant you permission," she whispered with a tantalizing, teasing smile.

Her breath was still ragged from his intense kiss, and her entire body had melted into a soft puddle beneath him. She completely surrendered herself to his hands, ready to let him mold her and hold her in whatever way he wished.

All she wanted right now was his touch. It didn’t matter whether she touched him or not...after all, there would be plenty of time in the future to get her revenge for his bullying!

She closed her eyes and threw her head back onto the soft pillow, letting out an airy gasp as An Mo’s hot mouth trailed down from her jawline to her collarbone.

His lips moved lower, kissing the sweet valley between her breasts before his mouth suddenly claimed one of her peak-tight and loud.

"Ah...!" Su Qinglan’s entire body arched in pure pleasure.

Her freed hands instantly flew up, tangling tightly into his long, silky hair and pulling against his scalp.

An Mo continued to pamper her, giving her endless waves of sweet sensation. After a long moment, he lifted his head slightly, his golden eyes glittering with playful affection as he looked down at her flushed face.

"Thank you for your generous permission, my gracious Master," An Mo whispered, his voice dripping with smooth, flirtatious humor. "This humble servant is deeply honored to attend to your needs today."

Su Qinglan gave him a pleased, haughty expression, playing right along with his game.

"Mmm... you are doing a satisfactory job, Little An Mo. Keep serving this Mistress well, and you might receive a reward."

An Mo let out a low, vibrant laugh that rumbled straight against her chest. "As my mistress commands. This servant shall make sure my mistress is thoroughly satisfied before the night is over."

Playing the role of her dedicated servant, An Mo lowered his head again, trailing a path of hot, lingering kisses down her smooth stomach. Every touch made her soft skin quiver.

Finally, his hot breath fanned against the sensitive skin between her legs.

He paused, looking up at her with a raw, ravenous expression. That single, intense look made Su Qinglan shudder so hard her breath caught in her throat. Feeling completely exposed, she instinctively tried to pull her thighs together to hide herself.

"Oh no, Master," An Mo purred softly, catching her movement instantly. "A proper master shouldn’t hide from her loyal servant."

With effortless strength, An Mo pinned her thighs back, folding her legs until her knees were almost touching her chest. The position left her completely open and helpless beneath his hungry gaze.

Even though he hadn’t even touched her intimate center yet, Su Qinglan felt so overwhelmed with wet, aching desire that her face burned like fire.

An Mo slowly licked his lower lip, his greedy eyes taking in every inch of her exposed, trembling form.

"You look breathtaking, my Master," An Mo murmured, his voice heavy with dark amusement and deep desire. "Look at how much you’re favoring your servant already... you’re practically flooding the bed for me."

"An Mo... shut up!" Su Qinglan gasped, her cheeks flaming red as her mind completely short-circuited. "You’re... you’re an insufferable, lewd servant!"

"Guilty as charged, Mistress," An Mo chuckled deeply, leaning down until his lips hovered a breath away from her sensitive flesh. "Now, lie still and let your servant take care of everything."