Mr. Tycoon's Daring Wife

Chapter 91 Ill Let Your Imagination Figure It Ou

Her eyes grew wide with the sudden intrusion on her personal space. While the way he did it was rough and unexpected, his lips on hers were soft and warm. He released her wrists to wrap one arm on her waist while his other hand shifted to her nape.

He tilted her head until their frenzied lips fit together perfectly. Despite the fact that the kiss was forced upon her without any warning, she couldn’t bring it within herself to reject it.

She couldn’t help but close her eyes as her lips responded to his and he took that as her giving him permission. His embrace tightened and he had pulled her so close that he could feel almost every inch of her.

For odd reasons, he tasted sweet...

She let out a low moan when he squeezed her waist, and the sudden noise had further fueled the desire in his heart.

She tried to speak, pulling back for a breath of air. "Y-Yang Feng, wait-" When her eyes fluttered open for a second, it was met by the hunger in his.

He cut her off mid-sentence and pressed their lips together yet again. He kissed her passionately, leaving no room for objections.

He skillfully alternated between sucking and biting her lips, that she ended up swallowing what she was about to say as her brain turned to mush.

She gasped when he suddenly squeezed her waist again, and he seized the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth. He easily dominated her mouth, swirling his tongue and tasting every part of it.

It was a kiss that felt like a romantic confession. As if all the words that were left unsaid can be relayed through this kiss instead. It was gentle but demanding and greedy, and nothing like she had ever experienced. It made her feel that all the kisses she had experienced in the past paled in comparison and was now irrelevant.

He didn’t pull back until she began tapping him on his chest, begging for air. His scorching gaze was on her as he let her breathe, while he kept the distance between them just enough to do so. Their chests puffed up and down simultaneously as if they were one. She couldn’t help but shiver at what just happened. His hot breath was fanning her face, as her body tingled from the lust in his eyes.

Just when she thought it was over, Yang Feng lifted her chin to capture her into another passionate kiss. This time around, there was a drastic difference from the loving kiss they had earlier. Instead, it was filled with anger and frustration.

His grip at the back of her neck angled her head to a better position so that their lips perfectly mended together. His lips roughly moved over hers, biting, sucking, and pulling at it. She moaned, a tingling sensation building up in her body.

His kiss was ferocious as if he was venting all his past grievances against her. Instead of pushing him away, she couldn’t help but want to reassure him and attempted to follow his incredible pace.

They broke apart for a few seconds to breathe, only for them to quickly resume their kiss. He desperately kissed her, as if scared she would disappear at any moment. He kissed her as if he had not had a drop of water and she was the oasis in the middle of a dry desert. He kissed her as if she was breathing life to him.

It did not matter that they were in his office and she was in the middle of hitting him. It did not matter how angry she had felt, or how demanding he was being. She was left with no chance to overthink things and her instincts had long taken over as she kissed him back with the same ferocity.

The sensation of having her chest pressed against his to the point where he could practically feel her erratic heartbeat made him want to see how she looked like right now. He gave in to the temptation to take a peek, and he was greeted with the view of her with her eyes closed and flushed face as she kissed him back. A slow smile spread on his lips, for this was the confirmation he needed that she shared the same feelings as him.

With the intensity of their kiss, Zhao Lifei had to suppress the urge to keep moaning against his lips. But it seemed she no longer had any control over her body as the sound still came out.

Hearing the noises she was making, Yang Feng decided that they needed to stop before they both lose control of their urges. When he finally pulled back, he could clearly see how her eyes were still glazed. He proudly smiled at the fact that he was the one who brought her to this state.

"Do you know now?" He quietly asked her after giving her a short peck on the lips.

"H-Huh?" She was still in a daze and couldn’t fathom his question.

"Do you know now?" He repeated the question, the anger in his voice now gone. His eyes twinkled with glee as his hands shifted her so that her cheeks were leaning on his chest as he led her to his leather chair. He positioned her on his lap and watched as she slowly started coming back to reality.

"I-I-I-"

"Hm?" Using one hand, he pressed her closer to him, while the other rested on her lower back to keep her in place.

"Don’t smirk at me like that." She finally said, refusing to look at him. The way he was mischievously smirking at her kept the butterflies in her stomach flurrying and hastened her heart beat. She nervously twiddled her fingers, her eyes traveling around his office without actually seeing anything.

"Why not?" His smirk grew wider upon seeing how docile she had become. His grumpy little kitten can actually be tamed by a kiss!

"No reason." She childishly said while stubbornly crossing her arms.

"Then I’ll continue to do so." He teased her as he lightly grabbed her chin to get her to look at him. She still refused to make eye contact and she stared at his shoulders as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.

"So adorable." He whispered to her, gently cupping her cheeks and using his thumbs to rub them.

"No, I’m not-"

"So beautiful." He hummed, lifting her fingers to press gentle kisses upon each one of them as she watched him do so.

"Stop that-"

She had tried to stop him but he continued touching her as he pleased while pointing out all of her perfections that she deemed flaws.

"Do you know, my dear, that you’re the only one allowed to talk to me like that? You can yell at me, disagree with me, hit me with that envelop, and even throw your money at my face. If you want to be jealous, you’re the only one allowed to do so." He brushed her stray hair away to reveal her tiny face. He cupped her cheeks as he looked at her with a soft and gentle expression on his face.

She blinked at his words. No one has ever looked at her with so much kindness, adoration, and love. Never in her life would she have imagined that she’d end up in Yang Feng’s lap as he murmured sweet nothings. Her heart was beginning to build up rhythm once again, and unconsciously, she reached out to gently rub the dark circles underneath his eyes.

"Why’s that?" She softly asked him, watching as his eyes fluttered closed and his face leaned closer to her hands.

"I’ll let your imagination figure it out." He replied, moving his hands to wrap his arms around her. She didn’t push him away, instead, she leaned on him and let him hug her. The past, the present, and the future had blurred over. At this moment, it seemed that nothing else exists except for the person in their embrace.