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Wu Suowei was breathtaking, pliant and completely yielding in the most perfect way, surrendering to Chi Cheng’s steady, commanding presence. Beneath that gentle sweetness, though, there burned a fierce fire. Each time Chi Cheng touched him, Suowei drew ragged, desperate breaths and gasped, “Chi…please!..more.. again.” Then, flushed and trembling, he’d cry out, “Too much! You’re going to break me!” His voice was a smoky mix of protest and invitation. Whenever Chi Cheng hesitated or slowed, Suowei’s panicked whines turned sharp, urgent, desperate pleas begging for more, filling the room with want.
Chi Cheng understood those fiery complaints perfectly. When Suowei called him a merciless brute or accused him of tearing him apart, it was the highest compliment, raw desire, completely unfiltered, begging Chi Cheng to claim him without holding back. Suowei’s eyes grew wide, cheeks flushed deep pink as he discovered new cravings, and new depths within himself, just as Chi Cheng discovered the heady thrill of taking all of him.
A fierce hunger flared in Chi Cheng’s chest, possessive and insatiable, growing louder with every gasp from Suowei, every shaky breath hitching as Chi Cheng pushed deeper. Suowei’s slender hands clung tightly to Chi Cheng’s chest, pulling him closer even through the wild protests, lips parted, silently begging for more of the rough, worshipful touch only Chi Cheng could give.
Every inch of Suowei, so warm, soft, and trembling, was his, branded without question. Chi Cheng never took his eyes off Suowei’s flushed, vulnerable face, watching those lips part in helpless gasps, listening as Suowei whimpered and gasped under the weight of his thrusts. Back arching, begging to be claimed deeper, legs spread completely without hesitation, offering every inch Chi Cheng needed. Suowei’s hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging in lightly, demanding more, moaning, breath breaking in the overwhelming heat whenever Chi Cheng found that sweet spot that had Suowei clenching around him, passionate and fierce, begging him never to stop.
“You’re mine, Weiwei,” Chi Cheng growled low, voice thick with need and possession. “No one else gets to hold you like this. No one else gets to break you.”
“Chi-hng-Cheng…” Suowei’s voice trembled, half surrender, half hunger. “You’re a psycho...”
Chi Cheng smiled, pressing a heated kiss to Suowei’s swollen lips before biting down hard, just enough to draw blood, a claiming mark.
“No one marks you but me,” he whispered, leaning close to part Suowei’s knees wider with one possessive push, sinking deeper with a growl. “You’re mine, every inch of you...and I’m claiming you again, and again.”
Suowei shuddered in total surrender, gasps turning to soft moans as Chi Cheng’s tongue traced away every trace of pain, licking up every desperate, intoxicating sound. The heat between them was raw and primal, utterly consuming. “You’re mine,” Chi Cheng vowed quietly, eyes locked on Suowei’s trembling, yielding form, marked and owned, completely and perfectly his.