Married to his secret crush

Han Jian Yu's lips curled up at her words and his length hardened further, standing at its full glory as his gaze shifted to her cleavage while she unbuttoned the rest of three buttons of her thin nightdress revealing her black bralette.

He grabbed the glass of wine from the bedside table before taking a small sip from it as he licked the corner of his lips, "Indeed sweet," All the while, his eyes remained fixated on her and he noticed how her legs pressed together.

"Remove that," He pointed his chin towards her dress.

And she raised an eyebrow. There was a small shift in her expressions before she brought her hair to one side, exposing her long neck to his view.

But he did not move from his spot despite the hunger in his eyes. He waited patiently as she knelt on the bed, grabbed the hem of her dress, and shifted her bottom before getting that piece of cloth off her body leaving only the bralette on herself.

He pinched her chin and tilted her face upwards before capturing her lips once again as he kissed her roughly and when she moved along with his face while leaning forward, a suppressed deep groan sounded at the back of her throat.

Mia knelt a bit higher as her neck arched while he kissed her and she grabbed his hardened length boldly.

"You are killing me," He whispered against her lips before shoving his tongue inside her mouth.

Mia closed her eyes as she rubbed the tip of his hardness against her stomach, feeling it throbbing in her hand.

At least, she was not the only one in a loss. She was not the only one who lost control. She convinced herself.

He was equally aroused and even more than it. So, she who was obsessed with winning everything was not losing here.

He thrust himself inside her curled fingers as he bit her lips before pulling back. His lips trailed down to her chin and he sucked it hard before taking his length out of the grip of her delicate fingers, afraid that he will come right there in a second if he let her touch him.

It would be a disgrace for it has never happened before that he was losing control over himself just at a mere touch of her, just a stroke of her was driving him crazy.

He pushed her onto the bed and she fell on the silken black sheets, her silver hair splayed around her head as he legs pressed together tightly, trying to soothe the itch down there.

He grabbed one of her ankles with one hand and parted it, before getting in between her legs.

His expert of a hand moved to her bralette as he unhooked it from the front before throwing it away.

Her upper body arched up as his finger glided up her navel before moving between her breasts, his dark eyes ravaged the sight of her voluptuous mounds and her delicate curves.

He raised his other hand which was holding the glass of wine, "Cheers," He whispered.

And a hint of confusion appeared in her limpid eyes as she raised one of her ankles, pressing the heel of her foot on his back, digging it into his skin, "There are barely two sips in it. Do you want me to get another glass?" She asked.

"You have had your share. Let me have mine now," He whispered, like a sinful promise that he was making.

And despite not knowing what he wanted to do, she felt a shiver in her body as her toes curled up. Her instincts told her that it would be something that she will like and the anticipation was at its peak.

Her heart kept beating heard, fluctuating like that organ would crush into pieces today.

He lowered the glass, tilting it downwards as he trailed the wine on her breasts down to her stomach and she felt like it was him touching her.

The wine trailed down to her navel where he poured it in the dip of it and she clutched the sheets in her hand when he lowered his head, sipping the wine from her milky-white skin, licking it from her navel as he sucked on it.

His lips sucked on her skin as he moved upwards, his mouth hovered above her breasts and she felt her nipples hardening just by his scorching gaze and the inflamed touch of his tongue dominated her body as he caught her nipple between his teeth before taking her breast inside his mouth as much as it could go in.

He threw the wine glass in his hand which landed in the corner of the room, smashing into pieces, but the sound of it seemed to be drowning in their gasps.

He cupped her breast with his other hand and she fisted his hair, perking her breast higher inside his mouth.

He bit her nipples hard and she moaned.

Her legs wrapped around his muscular waist and she felt his length against her wetness.

He rubbed it against hers while kneading her breast as he kissed her neck, "Do you like it?" He whispered and her neck was fanned by his hot breath.

"...Yes," came her whisper intermingled with her labored breath.

As the pressure of his palm on her breast decreased, she placed her hand above it and curled her fingers above his. "So, Miss Mia prefers it rough and hard?" He whispered beside her ear, taking her earlobe between his teeth.

She opened her hazy eyes and kissed his shoulder before she said, "Call me Liuyue."

"I will settle on Yue," His hot breath blew in her ear but he did not question her on it, assuming that she too had two names like his sister, one Chinese and another English.

She ran her fingers towards his neck as his palm cupped her breast harder this time causing a gasp to spill from her lips, her heels dug into his back.

Han Jian Yu shifted.