Chapter 32 - Can I touch them? (1/2)
Her cheeks are puffed up. She takes another sip. He wonders who left the wine bottle here. Hopefully, it wasn't the fifth prince. The atmosphere is tense. She stares at him with her intoxicating eyes. He says nothing. He tries to grab the bottle from her hand. She doesn't let it go.
”Drunk on our wedding night.” He leans closer to her. ”What are you planning, my wife?”
She steps back and gulps down the entire wine furiously. She slaps her ċhėst as if she has received courage from the almighty. ”Hey, Li Jun! Do you think that I would be afraid of you? I am not like the woman of this era. If you take one step toward me, I will take the charge and take your manly honor away.”
”I am curious how you would do that.” He takes a step toward her and waits.
She bites her lower lip and steps back. ”I will take off your clothes and force myself on you.”
”How will you force yourself on me?” He smiles at her, amused by her drunken reactions. Back of her legs hit the bed. She stumbles and falls on it. He leans toward her until she can feel his breath on her face. ”Demonstrate.”
”I-I...” She blushes hard. Then, she looks angry. ”You think that I can't molest you?”
”Yes, I think that you don't have the courage.” He challenges her. ”Will you be my prey or will you turn me into your prey?”
”See, I can do it.” Her fingers struggle with his ċumbersome clothes. She doesn't notice that his fingers are also working on her clothes.
”I can see that.” He checks her wound. ”I guess, tonight won't be the night.”
She isn't listening. She pokes his hard bȧrė ċhėst. ”Man! Your abs! I love them. Can I touch them?”
Does she need his permission? They are husband and wife. Also, she is already touching him. ”Do you like what you see?”
”A lot.” She moves her cold fingers slowly over his skin. He lets out a gasp. At this rate, he will end up... He needs to wait until she is healed. ”If you are this sėxy, I don't mind doing it with you.”
”...” He is speechless. He didn't think that she would ever say things like this. ”Kyuri, don't test... ”
'my self-control.' The words are drowned in his throat when she suddenly kisses him on his ċhėst. This woman has different plans. She peeks at him with her mischievous eyes. He eyes her bandaged wound again. Tonight, it will be difficult.
Before she could kiss him again, he covers her mouth. He is afraid that she can't handle him right now with a wound on her shoulder. ”Lay down on the bed and sleep.”
She laughs and climbs on the bed. ”You are too tall. Come here.”
He wonders why did she say that. Does it hurt her neck to look up at him? Sighing, he follows her commands. She lays down beside him. Her pale bosoms are peeking out of her inner robe. Heat flushes in each cell of his body. He looks away, concentrates on the intricate painting on the ceiling.
But, the woman has no plan to sleep.
Her face is above his. She stares at him with so much dėsɨrė in her eyes. At this rate, how he can resist? He will just taste her a little. It's their wedding night. It's unfair to keep his woman wait. However, he has been hesitating for too long.