The Consummation (1): 18+

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Shao Lin's feet gave out. She stumbled in her heels once she arrived at the apartment complex with Long Yat-sen. He noticed her heavy-footedness, quickly sweeping her from her feet and straight into his arms. Shao Lin wanted to protest, but she was too tired to tell him she could walk on her own. Instead, she leaned against him, closing her eyes, breathing in his scent.

Long Yat-sen carried her all the way up the elevator, and once they got inside his apartment, he led her to the master bedroom. He gently let her down on the bed and removed the straps of her heels, discarding them from her feet. He rubbed the soles and massaged the curves of each foot before he stood up and left.

When he returned shortly after, he was carrying some women's clothes in his hands. "You can wear these tonight," he said, placing them on the bed next to her.

Long Yat-sen started to leave again when Shao Lin stood up and asked, "Where are you going?"

He paused. "I'll be sleeping in another room. The master is now yours."

"You can stay..." she told him. "I would not ask you to leave."

Long Yat-sen turned around, and once he looked at her, he stilled. He looked away suddenly. "What are you doing?" he questioned her with a smoky, neutral tone.

Shao Lin was undressing, unzipping the gown she wore since it was heavy and it began to dig into her skin. She was going to tell him that she began to change as he told her to, but instead, she said, "Don't most married couples have sex on their wedding night?"

It was something bold of her to say. She was not sure what overcame her. Perhaps it was the flirtatious dancing, the sensual talking, the kissing beneath the dark, but she wanted to know his response, to see if he felt the same way as her.

Shao Lin watched as he went so still that he could have been mistaken for an inanimate object. He didn't turn as he said, "Most." His voice was rough. "But I wouldn't force you to do something like that, even if it's to consummate our marriage."

The entire day, Shao Lin shared with him made her inner thighs pool with heat, but his consideration made the flames spread throughout her body. "What if it won't be forced…?" she began. "What if I want it?"

She watched as Long Yat-sen fought for his last rational sense of self-control. He was losing, but still, he did not look at her. He was on edge.

Shao Lin took steps toward him, her dress barely clinging onto her body. She came up from behind him, breathing hard. She wrapped her arms around his mid-torso, feeling his muscled stomach, his hard chest beneath her fingers. "I remember how hard you were," she said, her voice laced with honey in his ear. "Do you remember what you felt when you touched between my thighs?"

He turned his head slightly, his eyes coated with lust. "You were so wet," he answered.

"Hmm…" she hummed in reply. "For you, yes, I was."

Shao Lin did not realize she was in the air again, but Long Yat-sen had swept her and carried her around to straddle his wait this time. His lips came crashing onto hers hard, his tongue penetrating and sweeping long strokes on the inside of her mouth.

Kissing Long Yat-sen was different from kissing Zhong Bai. With her husband, it felt intoxicating; it felt all-consuming, like they were the beginning, but there was no end. She craved for him to get nearer, to feel his skin on hers.

Perhaps it seemed like she was moving on too quickly, but the dance she had with Long Yat-sen had been there since the beginning, even when she thought of him as unreasonable, even when she thought of him as the villain, even while she was with someone else. Shao Lin wanted Long Yat-sen like this.

She wrapped her arms around him, tightening her legs around his waist, feeling his hardness against her softness.

Long Yat-sen broke the kiss, gasping against her plump mouth. "Do you want this?"

"Yes," Shao Lin breathed, nodding enthusiastically.

He groaned with relief as Shao Lin ground against him the way she did at the reception. "Good. Because I want it, too, and with you in that dress," Long Yat-sen whispered against her neck, sending shivers to her core. "And then I want you, naked."

Shao Lin moaned in response as he placed her down on the bed, face flushed. Her dress had fallen down to her hips, revealing her white bralette over her breasts. She looked away, feeling shy suddenly.

Long Yat-sen's eyes darkened, but he smiled with a hint of amusement.

She had been the one to initiate what was now going on between them, but she could not help the self-conscience feeling and awareness she had of her body. This was the first time she was going to be beneath someone, naked.

Long Yat-sen pulled her to the edge of the bed as he knelt in front of her. He quickly unbuttoned his jacket, tossing it aside. Shao Lin shuddered when she felt him part her legs, baring her in front of him. "May I?" he asked huskily, his voice barely a whisper.

"Yes," she breathed.

Long Yat-sen put his hands to her thighs. One palm sliding upward as he bent down to kiss her at the sides of her parted legs. His hand kept moving up as he showered her thighs with kisses and sensual attention. Shao Lin bucked her hips in anticipation, which elicited a groan of approval from him.

Long Yat-sen's eyes, dark blue against the night, slid up to meet her brown ones, locking their gazes as he slid her underwear from her legs.

When she was bare before him, that was when he licked her. He ushered a moan deep from her throat. Shao Lin bit her lower lip as she arched her back suddenly. He put two fingers to her centre, opening more of her. "You are soaked," he breathed against her. "I could fuck you right now, but I won't. I want to take my time with you."

Shao Lin looked at him with wide eyes, shivering from his sexual promise.