Exclusive Possession – CH 015

Chapter 15. On The Verge of Exploding

“If you agree to start earlier, I can begin immediately.”

After he finished speaking, he started kissing my neck. His warm tongue, like a small brush, made a soft, sizzling sound as it brushed back and forth across every inch of my skin.

I felt a lightning-fast shiver, like a water snake, suddenly shoot from my ears to my brain, then “whoosh,” it turned downwards and slammed into a certain swollen spot, bringing a gushing wetness. Before I could recover, it surged to my spine and legs, and my whole body felt numb.

I gasped for breath, almost shouting, “I do not agree to move it up! You can end it now.”

His tongue stopped, and he lifted his head. Only then did I notice that his lips were noticeably red and swollen, probably from kissing for too long and too hard; his upper lip was even a little chapped. His eyes were hazy, his dark pupils as if covered with a layer of misty vapor, and the word “infatuated” popped into my head.

“I said…” I hesitated, choosing my words carefully, “I do not want it right now.”

His eyes finally cleared a bit, and he looked at me steadily: “Okay.”

His voice was still hoarse, and the thing pressing on my stomach was still hard, but I breathed a sigh of relief because I knew he would not break his promise.

**

Sure enough, he braced himself on the ground and rolled over to sit to the side. I sat up too, and only then did I realize that he had half-pulled his spacesuit, military uniform, and skirt up to his chest, exposing a small portion of his skin.

I quickly buttoned up my skirt and military uniform. He took off his spacesuit, revealing only a dark gray military shirt and trousers underneath, and straightened his collar slightly. I thought it was time to disembark, but then he reached out and put his arm around my shoulder, leaning his head against me and gently nuzzling his cheek against my long hair.

“Kenya kissed you?” A soft voice suddenly rang out, without a trace of anger.

But I understand him a little better now; that calm voice did not mean he was not angry. I kind of disliked his accusatory questioning and replied, “Yes, He did kiss me. How do you know?”

The hand on my shoulder suddenly tightened.

“I could smell it,” he replied slowly.

I suddenly understood—no wonder his expression changed when he first kissed me; he had smelled the scent of Kenya.

“How many times?” he suddenly asked again.

“What?” I did not quite understand.

He was silent for a moment, then pulled me close around the waist and turned me to face him. His dark, sharp eyes were fixed on me as he slowly asked, “How many times did he kiss you?” His voice turned stern.

It would have been better if he had not pressed me. His questioning brought back the memory of almost being forced by Kenya. That experience was utterly horrible. If I had not acted quickly and cleverly, I’d probably be lying like a rag doll beneath another man right now. All of this was thanks to him. And now, he was still burning with rage, demanding to know how many times Kenya kissed me. In his mind, possessiveness far outweighed my feelings and my humiliation, didn’t it?

The fire in my heart was surging up.

“What are you asking about?” I asked, staring at him.

He was taken aback, and his eyes darkened.

“Are you asking me how many times? Do you mean the mouth? The neck? Or the hands?” I asked slowly.

He froze instantly.

From face to body, from eyes to breath, everything seemed to have stopped.

“I am tired; I need to go back and rest.” I pushed him away and stood up, but he remained seated. I knew my words were a double-edged sword, hurting him more than me. But seeing his reaction still felt good.

I straightened my skirt and gripped the hatch handle.

**

He suddenly shouted, “Mop, immediately send over all the data from Kenya’s People command center.” He paused and added, “Including surveillance records.”

“Yes,” Mop’s voice came from a distance.

My heart skipped a beat—would he see Kenya’s attempt to force himself on me failing? Remembering Kenya’s words, I was genuinely afraid he might lose control and hurt me; leaving this enclosed space as quickly as possible was the best course of action. So I forcefully turned the doorknob.

The hatch remained completely still.

I had not noticed anything amiss and thought I was not strong enough. Just as I was about to try again, I suddenly froze.

I could not move. My hands, feet, and whole body were bound by invisible restraints.

He used his mental power again!

His warm body pressed silently against my back, his waist tightened, and he embraced me, his chin gently pressing against my hair. His hands, appearing even whiter and longer beneath his dark gray shirt, were unbuttoning my military uniform one button at a time.

“What are you doing?” I had barely finished speaking when my military uniform was stripped off and thrown on the ground. Then he started unbuttoning my skirt. As the smooth fabric slid off my body and his hand covered my bare shoulder, my mind went blank.

“You broke your promise… Ah!”

Suddenly, he lifted her into the air, scooped her up in his arms, and placed her on the ground. The touch beneath her was soft—he had spread his military uniform on the ground, and his tall frame covered her.

What was about to happen was obvious, and I immediately recalled that night four years ago, my whole body turning ice-cold. I closed my eyes in agony. Even knowing this would happen, I still felt humiliated.

Suddenly, a warm breath brushed against my neck, and then something lightly brushed against my skin. It was not his mouth nor his strong fingers. It tickled a little, but the touch was so light I could barely feel it.

After a while, his breath and the sensation of something lightly brushing against my skin slowly traveled down his neck to his chest and waist. I heard him take a deep breath, which was quite strange. I opened my eyes and froze—

Was he…sniffing me?

He stripped me down to my underwear, then used only his nose to sniff me inch by inch. The tip of his straight, slightly cool nose had just brushed against my skin.

I suddenly realized.

“Would you like to smell all the places Kenya has touched?”

“Um.”

I breathed a sigh of relief; it turned out he did not intend to break his promise.

“Then do not use your mental power to bind me.”

He did not make a sound, but I tried and found that he could move.

Since he only wanted to smell it, I did not resist anymore, nor did I dare to say anything to provoke him. But watching this big man lying on top of me and smelling me felt both strange and itchy.

Seeing that he had finished sniffing her cleavage and was about to sniff her lower abdomen and was about to move straight down, I quickly said, “You do not need to smell down there; Kenya has not touched that!”

He paused and looked up at me.

I was stunned.

His eyes were dark and unfathomable. His fair cheeks were flushed red; even the roots of his ears were red.

Oh no, he was already suppressing his lust, but now that he was smelled it, even if he was not really interested, he was become interested.

Seeing him frozen in place, I quickly sat up, only to bump my chest against his nose again. He silently reached up and touched the tip of his nose, lost in thought. I quickly grabbed my crumpled military uniform from beside me and draped it over my shoulders. Thankfully, he did not stop me.

I looked down and buttoned my shirt, having just finished two buttons, when I suddenly heard a rustling sound. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him unzipping his pants with one hand!

I shuddered instantly, my hands moving even faster. But before I could even button the third button, I saw that enormous thing spring out. A pale hand grasped it, and my face flushed—was he going to masturbate right in front of me? How disgusting!

I was wrong!

Because the next second, his dirty hand reached out and grabbed my wrist with astonishing force.

I was stunned, forgetting even to reprimand him, and had no time to resist as I watched helplessly as my hand was pressed down on it.

The tentacles were hard and hot to the touch, trembling slightly. He shuddered and suddenly let out a low, long groan.

I desperately tried to pull my hand away, but his hand was like an iron clamp, forcing me to clench my fists tightly. Of course, I knew what he wanted me to do, and I felt both sad and conflicted. Doing what he asked was beyond my capacity to bear. But if I did not do it, what if he could not resist and actually did it?

Just as I was hesitating, he suddenly sank down and tackled me to the ground! He also shook off my hand at the same time, pressing his erect member against my stomach.

Terrified, I shouted desperately, “I will use my hands! My hands!”

Suddenly everything went black. His face lowered, and his lips slammed into mine, kissing me fiercely. This kiss was more intense than any before; my tongue ached from his sucking!

Suddenly, I felt that thing twitch violently, and then something wet sprayed onto my stomach in gushes.

I was stunned.

His biting stopped at the same time. He moved his mouth away from my face, buried his head in my long hair, and breathed heavily.

I stared blankly at the top of the cabin and could even feel that thing gently trembling on my skin, leaving behind sticky drops. After a few seconds, he propped himself up and looked down. I followed his gaze.

The monster in the black jungle was still robust and enormous. However, compared to its previous reddish-purple hardness, it seemed much weaker. And beneath its legs, on my stomach, thighs, and underwear, milky white liquid was sprayed everywhere, making a complete mess.

Even if we spent the night together, he always ejaculated inside. And there were no lights on. I had never seen anything like it before; my whole body stiffened instantly, and my mind went completely blank.

He paused for a moment, then took out a snow-white handkerchief from his pocket and began to gently wipe it. Looking at those tiny specks that belonged to him, I was suddenly overcome with sorrow; my nose stung, and tears streamed down my face.

His hand, which was moving over my body, suddenly stopped.

Then I felt a lightness as he lifted me up. I did not want to pay him any attention; the unbelievable scene from earlier kept replaying in my mind, and I was instantly filled with resentment, tears streaming down my face. I even cried out loud, sobbing softly.

His embrace tightened, and I heard a gentle voice whisper in my ear, “I am sorry, Yao, I am sorry.”

I was taken aback—was he apologizing?

“I will kill Kenya. I almost lost you… This will never happen again.”

His tone was indescribably gentle, and I suddenly felt a strong sense of despair and helplessness. I buried my face in his arms, neither crying, moving, nor speaking. He then sat down on the floor, placed me on his lap, pressed his face against mine, and kissed away my tear stains.

“Are you not crying anymore?”

I felt very uncomfortable in such an intimate position and tried to turn my head away, but he grabbed my chin, and I could not move.

“Yao, I saw Kenya’s wounds, and I saw you risking your life to drop bombs for my victory.” He looked at me, still a little out of breath. “You are so loyal, and as your husband, I will repay you tenfold.”

Loyalty?

He thought I rebelled against Kenya for his sake?

Is it because I bombed the Kenya’s People reinforcements that he misunderstood?

No wonder he seemed to be in a good mood before; no wonder he suggested “early”; no wonder he kissed me for so long—it was all because he thought I liked him?

But did he not say he did not care about this?

Regardless of what he was really thinking, this misunderstanding was far too big. If I could had escaped, why would I be here now?

But looking into his burning eyes and thinking about his painful and suppressed ejaculation just now, I somehow could not bring myself to explain.

“Besides,” he said, staring at me, “this was an accident. After all… it has been four years.”

I was a little embarrassed, but of course I understood what he meant. Aside from his first time, he’d been full of energy all night afterward. He was saying he’d been suppressing his feelings for too long, so this time he just went for it.

“You do not need to explain all this to me…”

Just then, Morin’s voice suddenly rang out from outside, interrupting me.

“Ahem… Your Highness, I am sorry to interrupt your and Miss’s enjoyment. His Majesty the Emperor has summoned you urgently.” This was the first time I heard him call Mu Xian “Your Highness.”

Mu Xian’s expression hardened, and he stood up while holding me.