Chapter 44 (1/2)
Xia Yanxi wanted to say something. She wanted to remind him not to speak so closely to her face. Because everytime he did, she could feel his scathing breath on her skin. Everytime he did, her toes would curl, and her legs and hands would tense up.
She cracked an awkward smile, seeing as how the man was as attractive as one could only imagine appearing in fairy tales.
“That night… That night was a mistake. A mistake you and I both made. Please. Find another woman. I promise that I will never get in your way. I will not… I understand what men need… What you need…”
She could not finish her sentence as he swooped in once more. His lips were pressed onto hers and his teeth sinked into her lips. This time, it hurt. It hurt as if he was trying to punish her.
Her eyes were unfocused and she could only see his dark, abyssal eyes looking into hers. Her chest tightened so much that it felt like it would just stop beating.
She knew nothing about him except for his intoxicating presence. Every move he made, every gesture, every smile, every look, were like poison buried deep within her soul, killing her with just a smile.
She should push him away. She should have at least tried. But no matter how much she wanted to, her legs and hands felt like lead; heavy and unmoving.
“I only want you.”
His voice came ringing again as his lips were still pushing against hers. His voice was cracking coarsely, like a drunken man.
Her eyes were watery, while his reflected his longing. The two were locked in a gaze, and in the dimmed lighting of the restroom, nothing else seemed to matter.
His onyx-like eyes reflected off her crystal clear ones. She could not see anything else then, only his eyes, his nose, and his succulent lips that were taking hers in.
A memory flashed across her mind, and she remembered being under a cherry blossom tree. A young teenage boy in white t-shirt and deep blue jeans was running toward her, smiling as he was opening his arms wide, and invitingly.
When her mind was drifting away, Qiao Yanli’s eyes narrowed with hostility. As if he could sense the other person in her memory, Qiao Yanli’s eyes glinted with rage and enmity. He lifted his right hand, cupped her chin and held on to it with force.
The blissful moment was over and now his tongue was penetrating every nook and cranny of her mouth, going in and about with a wanton rage. His kiss changed from that of a warm summer evening to that of a raging storm in winter. There was hardly any gap in between their lips. He would not allow that. He wanted to dominate her. He wanted to have her for himself.