Chapter 125 - 18+
Wenzhe slowly dragged both hands over his face, letting out a long, heavy breath that sounded completely shattered.
"I am confused, Yueqing," he rasped, his voice muffled behind his palms. "I am so damn confused."
For the first time since she met him, Yueqing’s chaotic inner voice went completely silent. She stared at him, watching his broad shoulders slump under the heavy weight of his doubts. The usual arrogant, unstoppable General of the Northern Border looked utterly lost sitting beside her on the bed.
Yueqing looked away, her fingers gently loosening their grip on his wrist.
"If you want to make her your concubine..." Yueqing said softly, her tone unusually quiet, "I really don’t mind. When we get back home to the capital, I can even talk to your mother and convince her to agree. You can—"
Before the word ’just’ could leave her lips, Wenzhe moved.
His large, burning hand shot out and clamped firmly around her waist. The moment his hot palm made contact with her bare skin through her thin nightgown, a quiet, helpless moan escaped Yueqing’s throat. His skin was scorching hot.
Without a word, Wenzhe pulled her back against his chest until she was completely locked in his arms. He wrapped himself around her from behind, burying his face deep into the crook of her neck. His sharp nose pressed against her skin, breathing in her scent as if he were drowning.
"Wenzhe—!" Yueqing gasped, her mind instantly exploding into absolute panic.
[WAIT! WAIT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!] her inner voice shrieked, her thoughts turning into a chaotic mess. [WE WERE HAVING A SERIOUS TALK! WHY ARE YOU GRABBING ME LIKE THIS?! RELEASE ME, YOU UNREFINED BRUTE!]
He didn’t listen. His lips pressed against her warm collarbone, suckling firmly on the sensitive skin above her nightgown. Yueqing let out small, trembling sounds, her small hands reaching up to push against his hard, solid chest, but he didn’t budge an inch. His heavy body felt like a wall of solid iron behind her.
Then, his hand on her waist began to shift.
Slowly, deliberately, Wenzhe slid his large, calloused palm beneath the loose edge of her silk nightgown. His rough fingers made direct contact with her bare, unbelievably soft skin, sending a sudden, intense wave of electricity straight up her spine.
Yueqing shuddered, her eyes widening in pure shock as his hot hand began to travel upward over her ribs.
"Wenzhe, stop..." she whimpered, her breath catching in her throat as his thumb gently stroked the soft curve of her waist. "You’re... your hand is cold..."
"It’s not cold," Wenzhe whispered darkly against her neck, his breath scorching hot as his hand slid further up her body. "And I’m not making anyone my concubine."
"I’m not making anyone my concubine," Wenzhe repeated, his deep voice vibrating right against her spine. His warm lips trailed higher along her neck, pressing a firm, heavy kiss right beneath her ear. "I don’t want anyone else in my manor. I only want you."
Yueqing’s mind completely shattered.
[YOU ONLY WANT ME?!] her inner persona screamed, flailing in pure, unadulterated shock. [SINCE WHEN?! WHAT HAPPENED TO THE WHITE LOTUS?! WHY ARE YOU SAYING SUCH SCANDALOUS THINGS IN THE MIDDLE OF A MILITARY CAMP?! SYSTEM, SAVE ME! HE’S LOSING HIS MIND!]
Before the System could respond, Wenzhe’s broad, calloused hand continued its agonizingly slow journey upward beneath her silk garment. The rough texture of his palm traced the soft arch of her ribs, heating her skin everywhere he touched.
Yueqing shuddered, her head falling back against his solid shoulder as a helpless, breathless gasp escaped her lips.
"Wenzhe..." she tried to protest, but her voice was weak, trembling, and entirely unconvincing.
His large hand moved higher, his long fingers spreading wide until his warm palm cupped the soft, delicate swell of her breast through her thin inner layer.
"Mmm... ah... Wenzhe, s-stop..."
A soft, needy moan slipped right past her lips before she could catch it. Her back arched involuntarily into his chest, her fingers tightening around his forearms in a desperate attempt to either push him away or pull him closer she couldn’t even tell anymore.
Wenzhe let out a low, dark growl at the sound of her moan. His thumb brushed over her sensitive peak through the silk, squeezing her gently while his other arm locked tightly around her waist, holding her completely captive against his burning body.
"Tell me to stop again," Wenzhe whispered darkly, his lips pressing a possessive kiss to her collarbone while his hand worked its magic over her bare skin. "Tell me to stop, Yueqing, and see if I actually let you go tonight."
Yueqing tried to gather the last bit of her strength. She forced her eyes open, her face flushed dark red as she slightly turned her head back toward him.
"Let... let me go—"
Before the rest of her order could leave her mouth, Wenzhe leaned in and captured her lips, cutting off her words entirely with a deep, consuming kiss.
His tongue pushed past her parted lips, taking complete control as he tasted her. Yueqing’s breath hitched, her mind instantly turning to absolute mush under the intensity of the kiss. Every thought, every insult, and every scheme she had planned completely melted away.
While his mouth kept hers thoroughly occupied, Wenzhe’s hand beneath her garment didn’t slow down for a second. His broad, calloused palm squeezed and kneaded her soft breast, his rough fingers carefully rolled and teased her sensitive, hardened nipple.
"Mmph... nnngh..."
Small, muffled whimpers slipped out against his lips. Yueqing’s hands, which were supposed to push his chest away, ended up weakly clutching at the front of his inner robe. Her back arched further into his solid frame, her body completely surrendering to the overwhelming heat surging between them in the dark, quiet tent.
Wenzhe slowly pulled his lips back just an inch, his heavy breath hot against her swollen, wet lips. His dark eyes burned down into hers, dark and completely possessive, while his hand kept a steady, firm squeeze on her soft breast, his thumb lightly stroking her sensitive peak.
"Look at me, Yueqing," Wenzhe growled softly, his low voice thick with desire. "You can yell at me, you can hate me, and you can pretend you don’t care... but don’t ever say you’ll give me away to another woman again."