Chapter 109 - Good Night, My Wife (1/2)

---Inside the room---

By midnight, the darkness outside was almost absolute. There was only a smattering of luminous stars scatter the heavens. The moon emitted a faint light into the room through the window. Even the wind that blew was cooler and damper than it had been.

On the king-sized bed, the petite figure of a woman was sleeping in a spaghetti strap, mint-colored, lace nightgown that was starting to rise above her thɨġhs as she twisted and turned in her sleep.

The only thing keeping it all in place was a ribbon on each shoulder, like a Christmas gift, begging to be unwrapped. The dress was the perfect fit and gave her figure the best curvature.

In a slow turn, the doorknob twisted very quietly.

A dark silhouette crept towards the bed very slowly, without making a sound, as if afraid of waking up the person occupying the room. Tiptoeing, he moved closer to the bed.

The moonlight was hidden by the clouds above, obscuring his sight of the sleeping woman, but it didn't stop him from smiling softly when he saw the silhouette laying on the bed.

When the cloud passed and moonlight came in through the window once again, it gave him just enough light to be able to see her sleeping face. Astonished at her beauty, he felt his heart get caught in his throat.

'How I wish to see you like this in my arms every single night, my wife'. His hand came up to ċȧrėss her hair softly, leisurely trailing down from her temples to her smooth cheek and lastly stopping at her lips.

The smile on his lips was so soft that it would have surely captivated the woman if she was awake. Unfortunately or not, she was in such a deep sleep that she didn't even notice anyone in the room.

Not knowing what she was dreaming of, her lips opened a bit and her small, wet tongue darted out to lick his fingers as they lingered on her lips.

Quieting the gasp that was about to escape, Xiao Hua felt a jolt of electricity run through his body.

Looking at the moist lips, he thought to himself: 'Just one taste, just for a bit and then I will go.'

His weight brought the bed down slightly, but the woman only stirred a bit, facing him as if giving him easier access.

Impulsiveness got the better of his mind and he pried open her mouth with his tongue and explore her cavity, savoring the taste slowly like aged wine.

His hands roamed around her body, tracing her velvety skin from the opening he found on her waist up until he found a small soft mound that fit perfectly in the palm of his hand. Very slowly he trailed his kisses down to her neck, giving more attention to her collarbones that looked so delicate in the soft light of the moon.

Breathless, he looked down on the defenseless woman under him, his purple orbs turning so dark they were almost black with dėsɨrė.

One of his hands was kneading the softness with gentle care inciting a soft mȯȧn from the woman.

That small whimpering voice brought him back to reality.

'I should stop before I lose control or else my wife will be widowed by those two… Stupid Devil and Little-Brat.'