11 Bai Qingyue, Your Husband
The man with hair of snow appeared to be extremely troubled. He kept glancing back at Li Meirong, as if unable to make up his mind about something. His gaze, when she saw him looking at her, appeared deep and unfathomable.
Li Meirong's throat was burning with a thirst that soon became unbearable, a strange sort of heat overwhelmed her senses. She hadn't eaten or drank anything in quite a while. And, as she stared at the smoke lazily circling the room, she came to a realization.
'It has to be this damned candle!' she thought. There was no window for ventilation in the closed space. There must have been some kind of drug in the incense. Its fumes were fogging up her senses, making her feel strange and unfocused.
Her rational thoughts didn't linger for very long. Her worries ceased as her eyes locked with his. Gazing over at the man, Li Meirong felt like a herbivore who'd been cornered by a large predator. His irises were gleaming like molten pools of lava. The more he stared at her, the darker they became. But this particular predator was too enchantingly beautiful.
Like a moth to the flame, she felt her body stumble closer and closer towards him, unable to look away. Li Meirong couldn't help but study the sharp angles of his face, burning the image of him into her mind.
Eventually, her eyes landed on the man's slightly parted lips. Panting slightly, he looked startled, gazing back at her with the same hypnotized wonder that was surely expressed upon her own face. She was confused by this, but all she could process at that moment was her physical agony. His lips definitely had to be the cure, she was sure of it. Forcing her lungs to pull in air, Li Meirong's fears disappeared, her mind no longer lost in thought. All she could think about was getting rid of this thirsty heat.
The silver-haired man felt her hot breath on his chin and stood frozen.
Bai Qingyue's own inner turmoil was cut short when he felt the sensation of the girl's soft lips upon his own. As she stretched up on the tips of her toes to reach him, time stood still in the darkened room.
The only light was the faint glow from the cracks beneath the wooden door. The dim lighting in the cramped room made the atmosphere all the more intimate. Zhou Shang's discarded corpse was long forgotten in the corner as the pair became feverishly engrossed in exploring each other's bodies.
Bai Qingyue was losing himself to the wiles of this raven-haired seductress. She glued herself to him, her wet and nimble tongue hungrily tracing his lips.
"Mm… it's so hot..." he heard her moan between kisses as she traced her fingers up the crease of his spine. Bai Qingyue felt electrocuted by her featherlight touch. The heat developing inside made him crave for something he never thought he needed or wanted.
Li Meirong made a soft sound of frustration. She was still aching. It wasn't enough.
Her moan triggered a grunt of desperation from Bai Qingyue. Mystified, he couldn't help but think, 'What kind of drug is this woman?!' After all, there was only so much a mere aphrodisiac could do to affect his divine constitution.
This girl—no, woman— had to be doing something special to be capable of eliciting such reactions from him. Hot blood flooding south from his heart, his normally flaccid shaft grew hard and stiff in mere seconds. Bai Qingyue was a god known for his lack of interest in worldly affairs. Yet, at the moment, all he could think about was plowing this maddening woman, staking his claim on her in a way that would make certain she'd belong to him and no one else.
Grabbing her fiercely by the waist, he abruptly broke the kiss. The aggressive movement caused Li Meirong to yelp and stare at him through a hazy, feverish mist of lust. The physical space between them disintegrated.
Li Meirong heard the beautiful man mumble in surprise, almost with a hint of gratitude. "I finally found you," he said. His voice came out as a low rumble, deep and incredibly sensual. Warm breath caressed her neck as he leaned down to deeply inhale her scent.
"You smell so sweet," he whispered hotly against her neck.
She felt something hard poke her in the stomach. Realizing what it was, all her blood rushed to her head. She couldn't believe how shamelessly she was acting and feeling, but couldn't deny how good he felt. Despite sensing how dangerous this man was, she couldn't stop herself. These feelings were entirely new to her and exceedingly tantalizing. Trying to focus on his choice of words, Li Meirong wondered what he was talking about. They had only just met, so how could he have found her? If he never saw her or sought her?
However, her train of thought was once again extinguished by a renewed wave of passion.
As she felt the heat of his tongue tracing circles on her neck, creating an explosion of nerves inside her, all that remained from the flood was a primal desire. The overwhelming sensation made her cry out.
In clumsy, urgent desperation, she lifted his face and hungrily pressed her lips tightly against his.
"Ah!" Li Meirong suddenly gasped in surprise as she felt the beautiful man's teeth gently nibble on her lower lip.
Bai Qingyue used the opportunity to pry her lips open with his tongue. Demandingly, he shoved himself inside her mouth and explored the trove. His kiss felt rough and desperate to Li Meirong. It was so intense that she found herself struggling to breathe.
'It's like he's trying to eat me up!' Li Meirong thought in a panic, pounding on his chest in urgency.
The silver haired man pulled his tongue back into his own mouth and she sighed with relief.
In a blur of ecstasy, he made quick work of shedding their garments. Their hands simultaneously reached to touch each other once more as he carried her to the bed.
Bai Qingyue made sure to remove the blood spattered sheet before he laid his seductress's lithe body on top of the bare mattress. She laid there in all her glory, an exquisite feast made just for him. Her soft pale skin and budding peaks were fully exposed to his hungry eyes. He couldn't help but lean down and take one of those deliciously rosy beads into his mouth.
Li Meirong's nerves became so overwhelmed that she pushed against his chest. She cried for him to stop, "It's too much! I can't!"
It was just too hot, too intense. His tongue swirled around her nipple, cascading her with wave after wave of pleasure. His roaming mouth didn't stop despite her urgent cries. And after torturing her a little longer, he quickly fell upon her other nipple and suckled longingly. Li Meirong gradually grew accustomed to the spasms of newfound gratification and markedly sought more. She occupied her hands by caressing him, running her fingers through his soft, silken hair and down his back as he licked fervently at her breasts.
Bai Qingyue shuddered in pleasure as he felt her hands caressing his skin and tracing her soft fingers along the muscles of his shoulder blades. His pleasure dimmed the moment his genitals began throbbing in pain. He groaned again, but this time in frustration.
As much as he wanted to, he knew he should not take her now. She would surely regret it after the effects of the drugs wore off.
Grudgingly, he raised himself from her breasts to stare at her face. The girl was watching him through heavy eyelashes. Her vision seemed glazed as she moaned in demand, seeking his attention. Bai Qingyue raised one hand and gently caressed her face. Her cheeks were slightly bruised and lined with deep red gashes. Feeling a stab of pain in his chest from examining the marred flesh, he solemnly swore, 'Whoever did this to her will suffer a thousand times worse!'
Meanwhile, the seductress's wandering hands were slowly making their way towards his now pulsing shaft. But, just as she was about to fully embrace it, he held her palms still. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, Bai Qingyue shook his head.
If she touched him there, he knew there would be no going back.
All Li Meirong could think about was the strange man on top of her. With his hair draped over her like a silver curtain, she felt as though she was caught in the most luxurious spiderweb. His gaze was filled with urgency and something else.
Was that devotion she saw hiding behind his eyes? It was such an odd expression to see from someone whom she'd never met before. Her previous boyfriends had never looked at her in that way, even after months of being in a relationship. His eyes, which until then had seemed colder than ice, were now twins of shining flames on his painfully chiseled face.
'He could have stepped straight out of a fashion magazine,' she mused internally. His lean body and tight muscles captivated her. He seemed to have been carved for battle, or rather, honed by it.
It took a little longer than she cared to admit for her to stare back at his eyes. Her cheeks flushed as she returned his gaze shyly. 'He must have caught me staring,' she thought in embarrassment.
Bai Qingyue gave her a knowing smile. Noticing her assessing look and blushing cheeks only caused him to feel a surge of prideful male satisfaction. He wasn't sure how this horrible predicament had led him to his fated soulmate, but here he was, inhaling her sweet scent and tasting her exotic blend of sweat and tears. They may not be able to copulate now, but he would at least make sure she would be left satisfied.
It was, after all, his newly given duty to assure her needs were to be met.
Bai Qingyue let go of Li Meirong's hands and carefully slid down between her soft pale legs, gently spreading them apart. His breath exhaled on her delicately exposed core.
Li Meirong shivered in fear and anticipation. She had never done anything like this before but didn't want to stop. She flailed her legs nervously, but the man above her held her thighs in place with a firm grasp. His tongue descended on her most sensitive spot and she almost exploded upon impact. He lapped at her moist flesh like a dying man finding water after being lost for days in the desert. She couldn't stop the moans that escaped her lips.
The more she moaned, the faster his tongue licked and his mouth suckled on her pink pearl until a rush of heat and ecstasy engulfed all of her senses.
She grabbed a tight fistful of his hair and felt her entire body spasm uncontrollably. A surge of ecstasy fell on her like the crashing waves of a storming sea.
Gradually coming down again, Li Meirong felt thoroughly drained of every ounce of her strength. Slowly, she felt her senses returning, only physical fatigue remained.
She couldn't believe she just did all this. She was so desperate for it too. And with a complete stranger, no less!
Shame became the new feeling that quickly took over, heating up her cheeks to a rosy red.
Sensing Li Meirong was finished, Bai Qingyue raised his head up and faced the adorable, silly woman - his woman. 'She is my fated partner. I found her,' he thought.
He licked his lips, looking no better than a cat after it finished lapping at a bowl of heavy cream. He enjoyed the lingering sweet flavor of her in his mouth, already craving to taste more.
The brazen expression on his face made Li Meirong even more embarrassed, and she quickly averted her eyes as she closed her legs. She suddenly felt so tired, it was becoming difficult to keep her eyes open.
As sleep was about to take over, she felt the beautiful man's form rise from the bed to lie down close beside her. His strong arms reached around her waist and Li Meirong was soon cradled in his protective embrace.
"Remember my name. It is Bai Qingyue, your husband."
'What? Qingyue?' She wasn't sure what he was talking about. It was so hard to focus as the null of sleep dragged her under. Her long lashes fluttered a few times before she gave in to exhaustion. She soon closed her eyes and fell into a contented slumber.
Li Meirong woke to the smell of fresh air and the soft early light of the rising sun shining on her face. She opened her eyes and found herself lying in an unfamiliar forest. Rays of sunlight peeked through the tall tree branches. The forest around her was lush and dense.
The sounds of birds chirped happily overhead. For a moment, she wondered if she had somehow made it back to her world. Looking down, she noticed her body was covered in an unfamiliar glossy white garment, soft and luxurious. The long strings on the dress glistened under the sifted light. The dress was so exquisitely made that she wondered if the garb could possibly be made of foreign silk or even spiderwebs.
Looking around, Li Meirong realized that she was all alone. She was away from the brothel, and away from the strange silver haired man. She searched the treeline, but he was nowhere to be found.
