Exclusive Possession – CH 037

Chapter 37.

“I’m ready. Are you done?”

Hearing his hoarse voice, my throat felt instantly parched.

“Can…what?”

He did not answer, but walked straight towards me. Between his strong, long legs, amidst the thick, unruly black hair, that taut, thick member swayed rhythmically with his steps…

I hurriedly looked up at his face. He was staring straight at me, his fair cheeks flushed as if from the heat, making his features appear even more delicate—

A man with delicate, handsome features, yet as thirsty as a beast.

“Wait!” I yelled, covering my genitals in the water. “Did you not say…did you not say we would not do this before we got married?”

He had already reached the edge of the bathtub. Hearing this, he paused, then stood still with his hands behind his back, his eyes still dark and burning: “There’s no need to wait until the wedding. Hua Yao, you’ve expressed your love to me. This is my response to you as a man—I will do everything I can, and we will be very happy.”

He spoke so naturally and in such a low voice that I was stunned for a moment before I realized what he meant. I was touched, but mostly embarrassed and flustered.

Suddenly, he strode into the bath. That erect, thick thing suddenly became very close, swaying right in front of my cheek.

Suddenly, an image of Adop and the nurse having sex flashed into my mind; they looked so crazy, so disheveled, so grotesque. I could not imagine what it would be like if the people in that image were me and Mu Xian. Would it be like that night four years ago?

“No, Mu Xian.” I reached out and pressed my hand against his lower abdomen. “I do not want to right now.”

He paused, looked down at me, and slowly asked, “Why?”

I turned my face away and looked to the side: “Because I’m not mentally prepared yet. Can you go out first?” As soon as I finished speaking, his hand reached out. My waist tightened, and he pulled me out of the water.

Held in my arms, soaking wet, I felt as if my whole body was on fire. His gaze first lingered on my chest, then moved to the valley between my legs, his eyes misty, as if he had not heard my earlier refusal at all.

“Mu Xian, did not you say I’m a princess? You will not force me, right?” I asked softly. We’ve gotten along so well these past few days!

He glanced at me, did not say anything, took a bath towel from the side, wrapped it around me, and walked towards the bedroom.

The bedroom was dimly lit, and the curtains were drawn tightly shut. He placed me in the center of the super king-size bed, and he lay on his side beside me, propping his head up with one arm. His burning gaze remained fixed between my legs. I stiffened my neck and stared at the ceiling, but I could still hear his slightly rapid breathing. I felt nervous, embarrassed, and a little sad.

I would not force you.

I was taken aback, a surge of joy slowly welling up inside me. I turned to look at him. His handsome profile was quiet and gentle; the darkness in his dark eyes had faded, but his focus remained.

“You said you wanted respect and equality, and I will give you that,” he said softly, though his eyes were once again looking down at… my crotch.

I stared at him blankly, and then he continued, “Hua Yao, I’ve been waiting for you to be willing.”

My heart felt like it had been struck hard, a warm current flowing through my previously aching heart. That day, I had said that I would never be willing to be with him, never be faithful in body and soul. I also knew he had been changing these past few days. But hearing such a proud man say those words from his own lips, the emotion I felt was indescribable.

“Thank you, Mu Xian,” I murmured.

His gaze returned to my face, his eyes deep and unfathomable: “How long do you need to mentally prepare yourself?”

“Ah?”

“I will give you an hour. I will wait here.” His hand covered one of my breasts, gently kneading it, his gaze becoming hot and focused. “I will go first…”

I froze, then realized that he thought I just needed to mentally prepare myself for this. A strange tingling sensation was already spreading through my chest, and seeing that he was about to lower his head and bite me, I quickly pushed his shoulder away: “An hour’s not enough.”

He gripped my breasts tightly, frowning as he replied, “Two hours? No more than that.” He paused, then said, “Hua Yao, I… I cannot bear it anymore.”

I was taken aback. For a man like him to admit to feeling “uncomfortable” must mean he was feeling really bad.

But I still took a deep breath and said, “Mu Xian, when I said I was mentally prepared, I did not mean today or tomorrow. I like you. I do not know when it happened. But that does not mean I want to do it with you… I need more time. Since you said you’d wait until I’m willing, then I really do not want to do it now.”

He was startled; the rage in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by clarity. His previously flushed face now appeared even colder.

Seeing him like this, my heart clenched, and I turned away. After a moment of silence, I said, “Four years ago, you did those things to me and then left. Maybe you thought marrying me would be a natural next step, but for me, it was like being raped for no reason all night. I do not even know what you look like or what your name is. I was heartbroken for a long time afterward; I do not like those things.”

He did not speak, only stared intently at me. After a while, he suddenly released his grip on my breasts, lay down flat, and remained silent.

His reaction made my heart ache, and I felt even sadder. But I still felt I should refuse him; if I did not want to did it, I simply did not want to.

Just then, I felt a tightness around my waist as he pulled me close, letting me lean against his chest. Our bare skin pressed together, I could feel his warmth and heartbeat, and a sense of certainty washed over me—was he not angry?

“Sorry.”

“Sorry.”

Our voices rang out at the same time.

My heart skipped a beat. Was he apologizing for what happened four years ago? I looked up at him, and he was also staring at me quietly.

“Let’s do it after we are married,” he said slowly. “Is that alright?”

I hesitated for a moment, then blurted out, “Okay.” Actually, I did not know if I could face marriage with equanimity, but right now I just wanted to agree. Besides, the wedding was almost two months away, so it should be okay, right?

After a moment of silence, just as I was about to say something to lighten the mood, I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye and noticed that his hard object was still standing erect.

I was puzzled—did he not say he did not want to did it anymore? Why had he been hard for so long?

To my surprise, he turned to the side and hugged me from the front.

“Hua Yao, I cannot hold back anymore.” He lowered his head and bit my shoulder. “With your hand.” Before I could answer, I could feel that thing rubbing against my leg.

I froze completely, quickly pulling my hands behind my back, my face burning with pain. I heard my own voice, barely audible, “You have your own hands.” Before I could finish speaking, he grabbed my right hand and pulled it towards him. I struggled desperately, but I was no match for his strength. The next second, I was firmly pressed against that hot, thick thing.

“No!” I shouted.

“Yes.” He uttered the word in a hoarse voice, holding my hand firmly. I was about to struggle when I looked up and met his dark eyes on my fair face, filled with deep forbearance and anxiety, as well as a faint longing.

My heart softened, and I inexplicably lost all my strength. I thought, “He was suffering so much, and it was just using his hands anyway, so I would help him.”

“Is…that’s how it is?” I pinched the top and pulled it outwards.

He gasped for breath, his flushed cheeks and brooding expression bordering on gloom. He gripped my hand tightly, and together we held it. He began to thrust rapidly up and down. I did not need to exert any force; I simply followed his rhythm…

His breathing grew increasingly rapid, and it seemed to swell slowly in our hands. My face burned, and I kept staring at his shoulder. After a while, a bit curious, I quickly glanced down.

That one glance made me freeze.

Beneath its firm belly, amidst the dark hair, it was tightly intertwined with our slender, pale fingers, making it appear even more robust, dark, and startling. It moved rapidly back and forth between our thumbs and index fingers, as if imprisoned by us, yet also as if it was locked in a desperate, passionate embrace with our palms…

When I looked up again, Mu Xian’s black hair was disheveled, his cheeks were flushed, and he was breathing heavily. His slender waist was swaying powerfully back and forth in rhythm with the frequency of my hand movements; his beautiful eyes were filled with a burning, hazy light—this man seemed to be completely dominated by it.

It was also under my control.

A strange sensation suddenly washed over me—a heat and dizziness accompanied by throbbing. A slippery, wet feeling also surged between my legs, causing a slight throbbing pain… I was instantly overwhelmed with shame and embarrassment. Why was he the one being dominated, yet I was also aroused?

Just then, he suddenly released my hand, his body freezing in place. I was startled, glancing down out of the corner of my eye—had he ejaculated? But it seemed still hard and so big, and I did not see anything spurt out like last time…

“Ah!” I exclaimed in surprise because he suddenly hugged me tightly and then thrust his waist forward, and that thing squeezed between my legs.

“What are you going to do?” My voice was so soft it sounded like a sob.

It suddenly withdrew, but before I could relax, it immediately thrust back in. Then his deep, powerful voice rang out: “Squeeze tighter.”

I felt all the blood rush to my head, but he had already begun thrusting in and out at a frenzied pace. A strange itch and numbness spread across my skin, and I could even feel its supple tip rubbing against my private parts.

I thought this was utterly absurd, no different from real sex. I spread my legs to try and get his thing out, but as soon as I moved, his thigh swiftly pressed down on me.

My legs were forced to close even tighter, clamping down on its burning heat. He groaned in unbearable pain, then suddenly thrust in a dozen times with force. His body tensed and stopped moving, but he seemed to still be in some kind of afterglow, trembling slightly.

I was completely stunned.

His wet, black hair clung to his snow-white face, and the sudden relaxation in his brows revealed a strange wildness. At the same time, I felt waves of warm, wet liquid washing over my inner thighs, buttocks, and genitals…

****

“The Prayer Fountain will be even more beautiful at night,” Morin said, looking at me with a worried expression. “But the Commander said we cannot schedule anything at night. What should we do?”

My face flushed, and I looked up at Mu Xian, who was discussing military matters with Mop by the desk. Although it was a vacation, some urgent messages were still being sent over. He was focused and seemed not to have heard us.

I glanced at Morin: “Do not overthink it; we did not…”

Morin: “Oh, oh, oh?”

I froze. Nothing? There was nothing?

For the three days after arriving on Softan, Morin and Mop arranged several sightseeing spots for Mu Xian and me. There were colorful jade beaches, a magnificent red waterfall, and a blue plain where beasts roared… It was truly a feast for the eyes. Crucially, Mu Xian casually remarked at the end, “Like it? Morin, when we get back, transfer Softan to her.”

I instinctively refused. But that night, once we were in bed, Mu Xian kissed me and then quietly pushed himself between my legs again. I thought about how good he had been to me, and I could not bear to resist. But then I thought that we had already done it, so I gave in, and he ejaculated on me. Later, I was also a little confused and helped him with my hand.

After that night, he took this intimacy for granted and did it twice every night. Whenever I protested, he would kiss me so hard I could not make a sound.

And each time it took him longer than the last, sometimes a full two hours. After he ejaculated, not only did his eyes grow increasingly dark and burning, but I also felt restless and aroused. This made me uneasy every night, feeling like I might be playing with fire.

But through this experience, I also realized—his attitude towards sex was as resolute as his military stance. He was indeed willing to wait for me to be willing. But as soon as I give in on any aspect, he would regard it as a “victory achieved” and would not allow me to refuse again.

So when he suggested “helping” me with his mouth or hands, or when he suggested taking a bath together, I resolutely refused—otherwise, he would definitely have added these intimate gestures to his nightly routine.

Morin’s current worry was that Mu Xian took me to his room every evening after dinner and forbade anyone from disturbing me. But Morin plans to visit the “Prayer Spring” tomorrow—a scenic spot located in the heart of the mainland, suitable for viewing at night.

“It’s okay if he does not come back for one day,” I said. “Just arrange it like this; listen to me.” As I said this, my face flushed because I wondered—would Mu Xian make up for the two delays the next day…?

“But…” Morin was still hesitant. In his opinion, nothing was more important than me and Mu Xian going to bed together.

“You can bring a tent,” Mop’s calm voice sounded behind us. “I always keep the commander’s military tent on the plane; it’s very clean. Misses, you can spend the night by the spring. It will surely be a very pleasant night.”

Our itinerary was finalized for the second time thanks to Mop’s kind “reminder”.