Chapter Thirteen - You've Earn It

She leans her head back onto my chest, and I wrap my arms around her again, slow, secure. The silence stretches, but it’s warm. Charged. Her fingertips start drawing circles lazily on my thigh, and I glance down at her.

“You keep doing that…” I whisper.

“Doing what?” she teases, lifting her chin to look up at me, her eyes wide, pretending to be innocent. Dangerous.

“You really want me to lose control again, huh?” I murmur as I shift her slightly on my lap, tightening my grip around her waist.

She bites her lip, but her eyes are playful now. No more tears. Just that mischievous fire. “Maybe.”

I slide one hand slowly up her back, pulling her even closer until our noses are brushing. “You know what happens when you say that, right?”

She nods, barely. Her lips part just enough to tempt me.

I tilt my head and kiss her, deep, slow, but with a quiet hunger underneath it. She melts into me, her hands now clutching my shirt. Her body presses closer, and I feel her sigh into the kiss, her breath hitching slightly as my hand slides under the edge of her blouse at the small of her back.

“You drive me insane, you know that?” I breathe against her lips.

“I know,” she whispers, smiling. “And you like it.”

“Too much,” I grin.

I kiss her again, this time slower, deeper, lips brushing down her jaw, tracing her neck, the same place she likes me to touch when she’s feeling safe. Her fingers twist into my shirt, pulling me closer as I whisper, “Mine.”

She exhales, voice low and soft, “Yours.”

She pulled my shirt away, her fingers brushing over my skin like she was memorizing every inch. Her eyes traced the ink on my shoulder, following the lines of the dragon ball tattoo. Slowly, she reached out, running her fingertips across it with a tenderness that made my chest tighten.

"You know," she murmured, her voice small against the quiet, "I used to hate all of this. Tattoos, smokers, men who walked like they ruled the world." She laughed softly, her cheek against my bare chest. "You walk like a worm sometimes."

I raised an eyebrow. “A worm?”

She nodded seriously, then smiled. “A very... confident worm.”

I laughed, the sound rumbling from deep in my chest. “So I’m your type now?”

She paused, then looked up at me. “You’re everything I didn’t expect. And somehow… exactly what I needed.”

Her arms tightened around me, as if she were afraid I’d disappear. I leaned in and kissed the top of her head.

“You said I have too many tattoos… but now you’re holding me like I’m a masterpiece.”

She looked up with that shy smile, the one she always tried to hide behind elegance. “Maybe I’ve changed.”

“No,” I whispered. “You just found someone who sees you.”

I lifted her gently, laying her down in the bed, our bodies slowly drawing closer, not rushed, just full of quiet hunger. Not just for touch, but for understanding. For healing. For being known.She held my gaze, unguarded now. Vulnerable. Beautiful.

And in that silence, I knewThis wasn’t just passion.

She turned, her movements slow and lazy, her arm draped over me, pulling herself closer until her face was buried in my bare chest. Her breath soft and even against my skin.

Then, her fingers began to move. Lightly, almost unconsciously, she started tracing patterns on my chest, a slow, round move that sent shivers of contentment through me.

It wasn't demanding, just a simple, exploratory touch that spoke volumes about her comfort, her presence. I just lay there, eyes closed, savoring the moment, the weight of her in my arms. This, I realized, was a different kind of beautiful.

A low chuckle rumbled in my chest, and I couldn't resist. "I might give you a round if you keep doing that," I teased, my voice thick with burgeoning desire.

Instead of stopping, her fingers slid lower, a deliberate, slow journey that sent fire racing through my veins. My breath hitched as her hand found its destination, cupping my cock. The gentle pressure was a silent promise, a tantalizing prelude. With a single, fluid motion, she pulled away my pants, discarding them somewhere in the tangle of sheets.

Then, she leaned down, and the warmth of her mouth enveloped me. A gasp tore from my throat as she took my cock into her mouth, sucking it hard, a deep, consuming pull that sent a jolt straight through me.

Her head began to move, quickly, a rhythm that stole my breath and made my hips instinctively arch. "Oh, shit," I groanedThe words barely audible, utterly lost in the overwhelming pleasure of her devotion. She was setting me completely on fire.

Her mouth was pure fire, an inferno that had me groaning, "Oh, baby..." I reached down, My hand tangling in her soft hair, holding her steady as she continued to work her magic.

The rhythm she set was intoxicating, driving me closer to the edge."Oh, shit..."

The words tore from me, barely a whisper before I couldn't take the delicious torment anymore.

I pushed myself up, pulling her away from me. With a swift movement, I sat her up, then stripped away her shirt, every last piece of fabric, until she was bare before me. My eyes devoured the sight.

I stood, pulling her up with me. My hand gripped her hair as I turned her around, gently but firmly guiding her to bend forward. The soft curve of her lower back, the swell of her buttocks, it was a sight that made my blood pound.

I lifted my hand and smacked her buttocks, hard enough that the sharp sound echoed in the quiet room. Her body arched instinctively, a silent plea.

"Nggggghhhh..." she moans

Slowly, deliberately, I positioned myself, pushing deep, sliding inside her. She gasped, a soft, broken sound. I still held her hair, tugging just enough to make her lift her head.

I began to move, slow at first, savoring the feeling of being completely buried inside her. Then, the raw hunger took over. My thrusts became quicker, rougher, a primal rhythm that stole the breath from both of us.

Our breaths grew hoarse, ragged gasps filling the space. I could hear her groans now, deep and guttural, each one fueling my own desire. I smacked her buttocks again, a sharp crack that made her moan hard, her body convulsing with pleasure.

This was it. This was the way she liked it, and I moved faster, harder, giving her exactly what she craved.

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Mi Yu POV

His body was a relentless force behind me, moving so quickly, so profoundly, that I could feel my own body rock roughly. It was a pleasure so intense, so consuming, that words failed me entirely.

His hand, still tangled in my hair, pulled hard enough to make my scalp tingle, a delightful agony that kept me anchored to the sensation. His other hand kept smacking my buttocks, each sharp crack against my skin sending jolts of raw sensation through me. Oh my, this was beyond intense.

Then, his hands slid forward, reaching around to my chest, cupping my breasts with a possessive grip.

He pinched my nipples hard, and a loud moan, raw and primal, ripped from my throat. I barely recognized the sound as my own. "Baby..." I gasped, needing to acknowledge him, to ground myself in this swirling storm of pleasure.

He stopped pulling my hair, his touch shifting to my neck, his fingers pressing into the sensitive skin as his other hand continued its delicious torment of my nipples.

Still, he moved quickly and roughly, an unyielding rhythm that drove me deeper into the pleasure that was eating me alive. My body rocked and arched in ways I didn't know it could, a desperate, instinctual dance.

"I'm near," I barely managed to whisper, my voice hoarse.

I could almost feel his smirk from behind me, a silent, knowing challenge. "Not yet," he rasped, his voice rough with desire. "I will make sure you beg with pleasure."

Then, he pulled out, a sudden, agonizing release of pressure that made me cry out. He turned me around, pushing me down onto the bed. I fell back, breathless, my eyes wide and dilated, my body trembling.

With a single, powerful thrust, he slid hard back into me, the deep penetration eliciting another profound moan. His hand immediately found my nipples again, teasing, twisting, while his other hand drifted lower, finding and playing with my clitoris.

"Jagiya...!" I screamed, the sound a mixture of pleasure and desperation.

He smirked, the arrogant, satisfied look on his face both infuriating and incredibly arousing. "Please..." I begged, the word a ragged cry."Please, baby, please...." I could feel the pleasure building, filling every inch of me, my legs tightening around him.

"Desperate, huh?" he teased, a triumphant smirk gracing his lips.

He thrust more roughly now, grabbing my waist, pulling me into him with every powerful stroke. Oh my... I looked up at the ceiling, my vision unfocused, the world narrowed to his movements, his touch, the overwhelming satisfaction of it all.

"Now!" he shouted, and with a final, earth-shattering surge, I exploded, my climax a roaring tide that consumed me entirely. I could feel his own release follow, a deep, guttural groan against my ear. I lay there, breathless, my body spent, as he finally collapsed beside me.

“Do you want to tease me again?” he said, voice low and teasing.

I shut my lips. My chest rose and fell, still breathless from everything that just happened. The air was thick with heat and something else I couldn’t name, something that settled deep inside my ribs.

He pulled the blanket over us, his body still warm against mine. I buried my face in my palms, not because I was embarrassed, but because I was trying to process the storm he just pulled me into. Every kiss. Every touch. Every word.

He chuckled and stroked my head gently, like I was something soft, something fragile. The contrast from earlier made my chest ache in the best way.

“You have no idea how desperate you are,” he whispered close to my ear, his breath warm on my skin.

I stayed silent, but my heart screamed. He wasn’t wrong. Maybe I was desperate, not just for him, but for all the things he made me feel.

His fingers brushed down my spine, soft now. Calming. But I knew that teasing smirk of his was still playing on his lips.

And I knew... I liked it when he tried to tame me. His kind of control wasn’t cruel. It wasn’t forceful. It was care, wrapped in confidence. And when he was rough, he wasn’t hurting me.

I exhaled and peeked at him through my fingers.

“What?” he said, grinning. “You look like you just lost a bet.”“I did,” I mumbled.“Oh yeah? What did you bet?”“Myself ” I whispered.

“Next time, I’ll make you even more desperate,” he whispers against my ear, his voice husky and unhurried.

Oh my God.

“And I’ll make sure to satisfy you in ways you never even imagined,” he continues, the words burning like embers across my skin. “Rough, slow, deep, until you come undone again... and again…”

I slap my hand over his mouth, my palm trembling. My heart is pounding like a drum inside my chest. He’s laughing underneath my hand, his smirk practically criminal.

He got me.

He pulls back slightly and sits up, eyes still locked on mine, wickedness in every line of his smile. “You’re too cute when you blush like that,” he says, chuckling low in his throat.

Then with a swift motion, he smacks my thigh gently, like a mischievous warning.

“Go wash up,” he grins. “Or I’ll keep talking and you’ll never leave this bed again.”

Before I can say anything, he pulls the blanket away, effortlessly, and scoops me up into his arms. I let out a tiny gasp, half surprise, half surrender.

He walks straight into the bathroom like he owns the whole world, and maybe right now, he does, at least my world.

He lifts me and sets me down carefully into the tub, and begin filled with warm, fragrant water and soft white bubbles. I blink in surprise.

“You ran a bath?”

He shrugs, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “Of course. You’ve earned it.”