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Okay, this has to be enough, Maomao thought, but made no effort to stop kissing Jinshi. Something about the way his lips seemed to fit with hers made her want to keep going. For what end, she couldn’t say.
They were out in the open. The trees here wouldn’t provide them cover for much longer if they stayed tangled like this. Her heart raced, yet she couldn’t stop.
The ghost of his fingers still lingered on her neck. Maomao felt the ache all over again, her air running out against his lips. She breathed him in, hoping to revive herself.
That was his reminder to her: I can take everything from you. I can make you mine forever.
But Jinshi would never follow through with such threats. His heart was too soft for such violent acts. Maybe he’d meant something else with that desperate demonstration, but Maomao decided to ignore it for now.
Jinshi kept up with her better than she’d expected. Her senses dulled the longer they kissed; her guard coming further down the more his tongue glided against hers. The feeling coursed through her body, reaching places she’d thought were incapable of such strong sensations.
Time seemed to slow, and she didn’t know if they’d been here for mere seconds or for hours. Her heart thumped loudly against her ribcage, almost uncomfortable now, and she leaned away so he wouldn’t hear it.
His hand, previously limp against her hips, moved quickly to hold her against him, impeding her escape. It wasn’t anything new for them, and she was reminded of that day during the hunt. She could almost smell the moist, fluvial air.
Almost, for all she could feel around her was jasmine. The scent was starting to make her feel lightheaded. It could be poisonous in high doses, much like many other things. She wondered if Jinshi himself could be like that.
It felt like it, especially as he tried to fight back. He leaned up, using all of his strength to hold her to him. Maomao sat on his lap, gasping and breaking their kiss once she realized what was beneath her. Jinshi smirked.
Crap, he noticed. He had seen her falter. She had to take control back, or this could end very badly. She tried to break away, but he took her wrists, restraining her. “You won’t run this time,” he said, pointing his words with a kiss. Maomao couldn’t do much but kiss him back.
The volume underneath his clothes concerned her, but she could use it to her advantage too. She had to be aggressive, that was the only way to protect herself. He couldn’t hurt her if she got to him first.
Would Jinshi ever hurt her? He looked incapable of that, yet Maomao didn’t want to take any chances.
She adjusted herself so she was sitting more directly on him. Jinshi gasped into her mouth, his body twitching for a second. It was an odd thing to feel between them, but she had to admit it wasn’t as bad as she’d thought.
For one, they were still kissing. His hands were still restraining her. The more she moved against him, the more forceful he grew, kissing her harder and holding her in place. Her wrists began to hurt.
But she wouldn’t go down this easily. Maomao rocked her hips a little faster, making sure to not break contact with him at any point. She felt the hardness growing even harder. For some reason, there was also some wetness right where their hips met. Strange…
She didn’t have time to ponder the reason for it before Jinshi desperately fumbled with the fabric of her skirt, guiding his fingers towards her center. She clamped a hand on her mouth before she could scream. Oh, no.
This was not good. This was terrible. It was far too irresistible to stop.
Maomao was in a battle against her own body now. It begged her to keep moving her hips; to let his fingers touch her in the place where it was bringing it so much pleasure. But her mind couldn’t surrender.
So she decided to fight fire with fire. Her free hand went to his hips, pushing all the fabric away until she got it inside his pants. Jinshi bit his lip when she gripped his cock tight, almost strangling it.
If he wanted to play with her, then he would have to let her play with him. She smirked, and kissed him again. She loosened her grip, feeling him gasp into her mouth as her hand moved up and down on his decently sized cock. He was right to be offended that day… Suffice to say, decent did not cover it.
He didn’t stay put for long, his lithe fingers exploring her much the same way she explored him: sometimes hesitant; sometimes desperate; only trying to figure out what worked. Maomao had the advantage of being well-versed in the theory, but practice was still a lot of trial and error.
She decided to help him out, leaning her hips in such a way where his fingers would be on the right spot. Her body jolted when he found it, and he took note of it, quickly doing it again. She didn’t let that be the focus, and soon found a nice rhythm in handling his cock.
This was not supposed to be what happened. Maomao had only wanted to run away. Yet now that she was here, she found no good reason to leave. Might as well see this through. Might as well push him as far as he would go.
How far was he willing to go?
She didn’t know. Her thoughts melted with the sweat on her body, rendering her needs primal: more. Jinshi seemed to listen to her silent prayers, his fingers moving in such a way that rendered her stupid.
He broke off their kiss, and she stared into his glassy eyes for a moment. Her reflection in them was blurry.
Jinshi’s lips moved down to her neck, biting her. The pain melded with the pleasure, confusing her yet keeping her complacent in his arms. No. She had to fight back.
She gathered all of her willpower to lean her hips away, ignoring the way she was dripping on his clothes. Her hand jerked his cock with more determination this time, and Jinshi bit down on her shoulder like a mad dog.
The feeling went straight to her center, and she had to resist the urge to pull his cock inside her. It didn’t last long, for he took her by the wrist, taking her hand away from him.
Is it over? Did I win? Maomao couldn’t help the disappointment that came with that thought. It was scary how easily her goal had changed. “Are you done?” She asked, hating the needy way her voice sounded.
Jinshi narrowed his eyes at her, fire burning behind them. “I’ll never be done with you.” He kissed her again, lying her down on the bench. He pushed her legs up, freeing up the way for him. “How many ways do I have to show you the obvious?”
Maomao’s whole body tingled with anticipation. Sweat pooled on her lower back, her center hot and pulsing with a new and unique kind of need.
Her breath was short, and she couldn’t look away from him as he hovered over her. “You won’t do it,” she teased him, hoping he would. He thought he could break her? Well, she would break him first.
But she couldn’t let him know. She had to pretend he was doing what he wanted. He took her bait, raising an eyebrow at her, leaning even closer. “You think I won’t take you now that I finally have you where I want?”
Jinshi kissed her neck, biting the spot where his fingers had no doubt left a mark. She could feel his erection on her thigh. Then just take me already, you frustrating man!
Maomao didn’t want to move, but the heat between her thighs would only be soothed by one thing. And it was resting far too close to the right place for her to stay still, so she slid closer to him. “You don’t have the guts,” she goaded him, her lips resting against his ear.
He groaned, leaning his head away to look at her. He knew what this meant, and she was close to begging for it. End this. Make me yours and end this, please.
For a few seconds, he only looked at her. She was scared he was going to give up, but instead Maomao felt the more-than-decently-sized thing pushing up against her entrance. His feral eyes would not allow her to avoid his gaze.
It stung on its way in. She could feel the way he broke through her resistance. He continued to push for some long seconds, and she wondered if he was somehow endless. No going back now.
Not that she wanted to. Did she want to? What did she want?
Jinshi had a hand on the back of her thigh, pushing it up. The other rested next to her head for support. His fingers grazed her hair for a brief moment before he began to move.
It hurt, yet the pain was good. Her body had stopped fighting, slowly giving into the pleasure. She imagined poison running through her veins. How it was devastating at first, before turning into blissful calm. A high, though she refused to call it that.
Highs were addictive. Maomao couldn’t get addicted to this. Not him. Not the way he looked at her. Not the way he felt inside her. Not the way he kissed her now, as if putting out the fire he had caused.
She kissed him back like a starving woman, nothing else on her mind except for his cock stretching her open, molding her for his use only. Why did it feel so good to be used?
Tears formed in the corner of her eyes. Jinshi moved a little faster now. Yes, more, give me more! “Do you understand now?” He asked, his voice almost strangled in his throat.
How many times had he asked her that after doing something utterly confusing? Yet right now, with him so firmly an extension of herself, she couldn’t deny it.
She still wouldn’t answer. Her body was too needy to form words. “There’s no one else, Maomao. I won’t have anyone else, I refuse.” He panted against her ear, his hips thrusting even faster. “Only you. I promise.”
Empty words, spoken by an idiot blinded by his own misguided infatuation. And yet, Maomao’s stomach filled with butterflies, as if she were a silly, naïve girl in a romance novel. She could be his one and only. She could hoard the ethereally beautiful prince all to herself.
No one else would know how to handle him. No one else would know what his lips tasted like. No one else would be able to feel his cock moving inside them. No one else would be granted his seed.
The seconds of maniac euphoria were broken fast, and Maomao felt something much heavier than butterflies in her stomach. Jinshi kissed her again, more breathless this time. He kept his gaze on her when he pulled away, one of his hands caressing her hair. She couldn’t feel anything else but panic.
No, not now. Maomao pulled him down for a kiss, her chest aching. She would have time to regret this in the morning. Right now they were shrouded by the trees, in a place no one else could reach. Or so she desperately tried to make herself believe.
Jinshi’s lips were raw from how much they’ve kissed. He sighed against hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck. He smiled, his cheeks red as he traced a finger on hers. She wondered if he noticed how warm they were.
This wasn’t real. This wasn’t right. This hadn’t happened. Yes, this was a shared delusion, nothing more. No one else knew about this, so she hadn’t been trapped.
Right?
Maomao didn’t wait for him to speak. She pushed him off of her, gathering all of her strength to run away. Jinshi tried to grab her, but she dodged him. He didn’t seem to understand what he’d done.
Her legs were shaky. She could feel liquid running down her thighs, yet she continued to walk fast. She didn’t remember the way back to her room. She licked her lips, almost on instinct, tasting his lips on hers again, trying to take all of him into her.
No! Nothing happened, nothing happened, nothing happened…
Maomao believed the mind was a powerful tool. Yet she was not stupid enough to believe it could change reality. It would not stop her from trying to reverse her disastrous mistake.