Chapter 452: No other thoughts
"Rory..."
Rory’s sudden boldness sent a slight tremor through Vangar’s body. The soft sensation of her lips, carrying her unique fragrance, was like a spark entering his body, causing his blood to start boiling.
He reached out and encircled Rory’s waist, preventing her from falling off the sofa, and then responded to her almost greedily. Vangar half-squinted his eyes, enjoying the moment while paying close attention to Rory’s reaction.
This was his first time, and he was afraid that if he didn’t control his strength well, Rory wouldn’t like it. So, he had to keep a constant watch on his little Female Master’s response to make sure she was enjoying herself. This absolutely wasn’t because of any special fetish. Absolutely not because he liked seeing his little Female Master getting passionate with him.
After a while, Rory’s breathing was a bit messy. She opened her eyes, wanting to push Vangar away for a moment to catch her breath, but as soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Vangar was looking directly at her.
"Rory, what’s wrong?" Vangar, seeing Rory suddenly stop, looked at her in confusion, his breathy voice carrying a small hint of distress. Why did his little Female Master suddenly stop? Could it be that his kissing was uncomfortable?
Rory pursed her lips and asked in a low voice, "Why don’t you close your eyes when kissing? Is it because you don’t like it? Or do you have some special fetish?"
Vangar felt slightly guilty being asked, but he didn’t dare show it, fearing that if Rory knew his thoughts, she would think he was a pervert. He could only nervously make up an excuse. "I... it’s my first time and I was a bit nervous, so..."
Seeing him looking truly nervous, Rory didn’t doubt his words. Since Vangar said he was nervous, Rory wasn’t nervous anymore.
"Relax, we can take it slow." Rory felt that in front of a nervous Vangar, she was practically a veteran. She sat up, reached out and grabbed the tie on Vangar’s chest, pulling him up from the sofa.
She walked toward the bed. Upon reaching the bedside, Rory untied the tie from Vangar’s neck and pushed him down onto the bed with a shove. Then she leaned down and used the tie to cover his eyes.
The soft tie covering his eyes plunged the world into sudden darkness. With his sight gone, his other senses were amplified infinitely. Vangar could clearly hear Rory’s gentle breathing, right by his ear, carrying a warm breath that swept over his sensitive earlobe like a feather, triggering a dense shudder.
"Now... still nervous?" Rory’s voice carried a trace of a sly smile, keeping her voice low, intentionally whispering close to his ear. Vangar’s throat bobbed. He held Rory’s hand which was placed on his chest, and lightly shook his head.
"No..." he started hoarsely, his voice carrying a trace of suppressed desire, "...not nervous anymore."
Upon hearing this, Rory’s smile was a bit bad. She leaned down, her warm breath spraying onto Vangar’s neck. Vangar instinctively tilted his head, revealing the smooth and sexy lines of his neck and throat.
Rory didn’t miss this opportunity; like a cat patrolling her territory, her soft lips gently fell on Vangar’s throat. She didn’t kiss, just pressed her lips against it, then stuck out her small tongue and gave the most protruding part a lick, neither light nor heavy.
"!!!"
Vangar’s body instantly tensed up like a fully drawn bow. An indescribable current of electricity exploded from his throat, instantly numbing his limbs. The extreme stimulation made him suck in a breath of cold air, and the fingers resting at his side suddenly curled up, gripping the sheet beneath him.
"Rory..." Vangar’s voice had completely changed key, carrying a heavy pant and an uncontrollable tremor, seeming like an entreaty, and also like a groan.
Rory, however, acted as if she didn’t hear his call, quite satisfied with her masterpiece. She reached out and undid the exquisite buttons on Vangar’s suit. Vangar couldn’t see anything in the darkness and could only passively receive wave after wave of sensory impact from Rory. His self-control crumbled at this moment, his bodily instincts clamoring to take charge and heavily press this little Female Master, who was willfully setting fires on him, beneath him. Yet he also clung to this feeling of being dominated by her.
"Vangar," Rory’s voice rang in his ear, this time with a bit of a commanding tone. "Hand."
Vangar, almost out of a soldier’s instinct to obey orders, subconsciously raised his hand. Rory grabbed his hand and placed it on the belt of her sleepwear. The silky feel came through his fingertips, making Vangar’s heart skip a beat.
"Undo it." Rory’s voice was very low, yet like a clap of thunder, it exploded in Vangar’s mind. Vangar’s trembling fingertips hooked the ribbon at Rory’s waist and gave it a gentle pull. That thin barrier silently slid off.
Though his eyes were still in darkness, Vangar seemed to be able to "see" the scenic beauty presented before him after the sleepwear was opened. Rory kissed his lips again, gently and deeply. Vangar could no longer endure. His eyes covered, he was now like a beast that had broken free from all constraints. He gave a sudden flip, instantly taking back the dominant role. The tie skewed to one side, sliding down from his eye. Those eyes drenched in passion, under the dim bedside light, were as bright as the most distant stars, with only Rory’s reflection cast within.
"Rory..." Vangar’s voice was hoarse, each word seeming to be ground from his boiling chest, "Don’t be afraid of me..."
...
The night deepened. Outside the window, the electronic light screen simulated the orbit of the stars, slowly flowing. Inside the bedroom, the passion-filled panting was suppressed deep in the throat, intermittent...
From the initial wild plundering, to the gentle affection halfway, then to the subsequent insatiability, unwearying. The Marshal who was experiencing love affairs for the first time seemed to want to make up for all the missed courses from past years in one night. He was curious and greedy, exploring every inch of unknown territory, each time thinking he had reached the peak, yet being pushed to a higher, more dizzying wave the next time.
Rory was like a small boat drifting in a sea of stars.
Nobody knew how long passed before the simulated stars outside the window had quietly hidden, replaced by a gentle twilight morning light with pale purple.
...
Rory also didn’t know how long she slept. She opened her eyes in a daze, and a solid and warm chest pressed against her. Vangar’s powerful arm passed under her armpit, domineeringly encircling her entire person in his embrace. Even and steady breathing sprayed on the crook of her neck, with a trace of faint itching.
Confused yet crazy memories rushed back into her mind like a tide, making Rory’s cheeks instantly burn. In the beginning, she must have been crazy. To actually want to control Vangar. Was this man so easy to control? All the nervousness and shyness were faked by him.
Rory moved, trying to free herself from this iron-arm-and-bronze-body-like embrace. As result, as soon as she moved, the man behind her gave a low-toned muffled groan, and the arm encircling her tightened even more.
"Don’t move..." Vangar’s voice carried the hoarseness and laziness unique to mornings, sexy enough to make Rory’s ears a bit numb. "Rory, it’s still early, sleep a bit more."