But then she felt him stir behind her, felt his arm tighten around her waist. He was awake. And from the deliberate way he pressed against her, he was very much aware of what his body wanted.
His arms tightened around her possessively, pulling her back more firmly against his chest. His voice ca as a low, pleading whisper directly in her ear, his breath hot against her skin, sending involuntary shivers down her spine.
"I know, Fei’er. I know you’re exhausted," he murmured, his lips brushing her ear with each word. "But it’s been so long since we were truly connected like this. Years of distance, of walls between us. Just once more. Let feel close to you again, let feel you around one more ti. I promise, just one more round, slow and gentle, and then we sleep. I need you. I need this..."
His words, filled with raw need and a vulnerability he rarely showed to anyone, softened her resolve despite her exhaustion. The plea in his voice touched sothing deep inside her, this powerful man, who commanded empires and inspired fear, was begging her for this connection.
Despite her exhaustion, she felt an answering warmth in her core, felt her body responding to his need, to his desire. This was his way of centing what they’d built tonight, of making sure she understood how much he needed this connection, how much he needed her.
With a soft sigh that was half resignation, half desire, she relaxed against him, her body softening, yielding. She reached back and touched his face, a gesture of acceptance and permission.
"Okay," she whispered. "But slowly. Please, slowly this ti."
She felt his body shudder with relief and desire behind her. "Thank you," he breathed against her neck. "I’ll take care of you. I promise."
He guided her gently, his hands on her hips turning her slightly but not completely, positioning her so her back was still mostly flush against his chest, their bodies curved together like spoons. He nudged her top leg forward slightly, opening her to him while keeping her in this intimate, enveloped position.
He held her firmly, one arm wrapped around her waist like an iron band, anchoring her to him completely, his hand splaying wide across her stomach. His other hand slid up to cup her breast gently, not to arouse but to hold, to maintain connection.
When he entered her from this angle, slowly, carefully, giving her ti to adjust, it was a deep, intimate possession that made her gasp softly despite his gentleness. The angle was different from before, sohow even more intimate. The feeling of being so completely surrounded by him, his chest against her back, his arms around her, his legs tangled with hers, his body inside hers, was overwhelming in its intimacy.
"That’s it," he murmured against her neck, pressing soft kisses to her shoulder. "Just like that. So perfect. You feel so perfect."
He began to move, and true to his word, he started slowly. Deep, rolling thrusts that were unhurried and deliberate. He wasn’t pounding into her like before, this was different. This was making love rather than fucking.
But despite his promise of gentleness, despite his slower pace, the connection was so intense, so intimate, that it quickly began to build into sothing powerful. The angle allowed him to hit spots deep inside her that sent sparks of sensation through her entire body. And the slowness sohow made it more intense, allowing her to feel every inch of him, every movent, every connection point between their bodies.
His hand on her breast began to move, thumb brushing over her nipple with deliberate attention. His other hand slid down from her stomach, fingers finding the sensitive bundle of nerves at her apex and beginning to circle slowly, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.
"Ting Cheng... It’s too much..." she whimpered, overwheld by the building sensations despite, or perhaps because of, the gentler pace.
"Shh, I’ve got you," he soothed, but his movents didn’t slow. If anything, he beca more focused, more deliberate. "Just feel. Don’t think. Just feel us."
But the slowness didn’t last. It couldn’t. The intimacy, the connection, the overwhelming sensation of being so close, so joined, it was too powerful. Despite his intentions, his pace began to quicken, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper, more insistent. The hand on her breast tightened, the fingers between her legs pressed more firmly, circling faster.
"Ting Cheng... slower... You promised..." she begged, her voice hoarse, feeling herself being pushed toward another peak she didn’t think her body could handle. "I can’t... I can’t do this again..."
But even as she protested, her body was responding, climbing toward climax despite her exhaustion. It was as if her body no longer belonged to her, as if it existed only to respond to him.
His breathing grew ragged against her neck, his control clearly fraying. "I’m sorry," he groaned, his voice rough with desperation and need. "I can’t... I need... God, Fei’er, you feel too good. I can’t go slow. I’m sorry."
His thrusts beca faster, harder, and more frantic despite his apology. The sound of their bodies moving together filled the dark room, the slap of skin, the wet sounds of their joining, their ragged breathing.
"Please," she sobbed, overwheld by sensation and emotion, tears starting to leak from her closed eyes. "Please, Ting Cheng..."
She didn’t even know what she was begging for anymore, for him to stop, for him to continue, for release, for rcy. She was beyond rational thought, lost in a sea of sensation that felt like it would drown her.
"I need you," he groaned against her neck, his movents becoming wild, almost desperate, all pretense of control gone. His arm around her waist tightened until she could barely breathe, holding her prisoner against him as he drove into her with increasing intensity. "Tell you’re mine. Tell you belong to . I need to hear it."
Through her tears, overwheld by sensation and emotion and the sheer intensity of their connection, she whispered the truth that ca from the deepest part of her soul, "I’m yours... always yours. Only yours. I belong to you completely."
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