The presidential suite door clicked shut with finality, the sound unnaturally loud in the sudden hush.
Gu Jingchen didn't bother with lights. Moonlight and city glow poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting silver streaks across black marble floors and white silk sheets. He carried Lin Xia straight through the living area, past the untouched bar and grand piano, into the master bedroom without breaking stride.
Her legs were still locked around his waist, gown rucked up to her hips, the velvet bunched obscenely. Every step rubbed the thick ridge of his erection against her soaked core through thin lace panties. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, but the sound escaped anyway—soft, needy, humiliatingly wet.
He heard it.
His grip on her ass tightened, fingers digging into soft flesh hard enough to bruise. "You make that sound again," he rasped against her throat, "and I won't make it to the bed."
Lin Xia's head fell back, exposing the long column of her neck. "Then don't."
A low growl vibrated in his chest. He crossed the last few steps in two strides and dropped her onto the massive bed—gentle enough not to hurt, rough enough to make her bounce once. The mattress dipped under his weight as he followed immediately, caging her with arms braced on either side of her head.
For a heartbeat he simply looked at her.
Moonlight carved sharp shadows across his face—high cheekbones, clenched jaw, eyes so dark they looked black. His tie hung loose; shirt half-unbuttoned from the elevator, revealing a sculpted chest dusted with dark hair that trailed downward in a tempting line.
"You have no idea what you've started," he said quietly.
Lin Xia reached up, fingers trembling only slightly as she finished unbuttoning his shirt. "Show me."
That was all it took.
He descended like a storm.
His mouth claimed hers again—deeper this time, slower, filthier. Tongue stroking hers in long, deliberate glides that mimicked exactly what he planned to do lower. One hand fisted in her hair, tilting her head to the perfect angle; the other slid down her body, tracing the deep V of the gown until his palm cupped her breast through velvet.
He found her nipple already peaked, straining against the fabric. He pinched it—hard—then rolled the tight bud between thumb and forefinger until she arched off the bed with a broken cry.
"Sensitive," he murmured against her lips. "Good."
He peeled the gown straps down her shoulders in one slow drag. The velvet caught briefly on her hardened nipples before sliding lower, baring her breasts to cool air and his burning gaze. Full, soft, tipped with dusky rose—perfect.
Gu Jingchen made a sound low in his throat, almost pained.
He lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth.
Hot. Wet. Relentless.
He sucked hard, tongue flicking the peak in rapid strokes while his hand kneaded the other breast, pinching and tugging until she was writhing beneath him. Pleasure arrowed straight to her clit; she felt herself clench on nothing, fresh slickness soaking through her panties.
[Ding! Intimacy level: High.
Pleasure amplification active (+40% sensitivity for host).
Male Lead obsession value: 51% → 78%.
Favorability: +47 → +81.
Pregnancy probability: 12% → 41%.]
He switched breasts, teeth grazing the nipple just enough to sting before soothing it with slow, circling licks. Lin Xia's hands flew to his hair, tugging hard. He groaned against her skin, the vibration sending another jolt through her core.
When he finally lifted his head, her nipples were swollen, glistening, dark red from his attention. He looked at them with raw satisfaction before dragging his open mouth down her sternum, tasting every inch of skin.
He reached the gown's waist and simply tore the fabric apart with both hands.
The velvet ripped with a soft, expensive sound. Cool air hit her stomach, her hips, the drenched lace between her thighs.
Gu Jingchen stared.
"Fuck," he breathed.
He hooked two fingers under the lace edges and dragged the panties down her legs—slowly, torturously, letting the soaked fabric drag over her swollen folds. When they finally came free, he brought them to his face and inhaled deeply.
Lin Xia's face flamed even as fresh heat flooded her core.
"You're dripping for me," he said, voice wrecked. "All over my suite."
He tossed the panties aside and shoved her thighs wide, settling between them on his knees. His hands pinned her hips to the mattress as he lowered his head.
The first touch of his tongue was electric.
Flat, broad lick from entrance to clit—slow, deliberate, tasting every drop of her arousal. Lin Xia's back bowed; a keening sound tore from her throat.
He growled in approval and did it again—longer this time, tongue curling at the end to flick her clit. Then he sealed his mouth over the swollen bud and sucked.
Hard.
Stars burst behind her eyelids. Her hips bucked; he held her down ruthlessly, using his superior strength to keep her open and helpless while he devoured her.
He ate her like a man starved—lips, tongue, even the faint scrape of teeth. He alternated between circling her clit with tight, rapid flicks and plunging his tongue inside her, fucking her with it in shallow thrusts that made obscene wet sounds fill the room.
Lin Xia's hands clawed at the sheets. Her thighs trembled around his head. Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter until she was sobbing his name.
"Jingchen—please—oh god—"
He pulled back just enough to speak against her drenched folds. "Come on my tongue. Now."
He sucked her clit hard and thrust two fingers inside her at once—thick, curling upward to stroke that perfect spot.
She shattered.
The orgasm ripped through her like lightning—back arching, vision whiting out, thighs clamping around his ears as she pulsed and gushed around his fingers. He didn't stop; he worked her through it, licking slower, softer, drawing out every aftershock until she was whimpering, oversensitive and boneless.
When he finally lifted his head, his chin glistened with her release. His eyes were feral.
He rose over her, shedding the rest of his clothes in impatient movements. Shirt gone. Trousers shoved down. Boxers kicked away.
His cock sprang free—heavy, thick, veined, the head already slick with pre-cum.
Lin Xia's mouth went dry.
He fisted himself once, twice, staring down at her spread and trembling beneath him.
"Last chance," he said hoarsely. "Tell me to stop."
She reached for him instead, wrapping her fingers around his length. Hot. Velvet steel. So thick her fingers didn't meet.
"Don't you dare," she whispered.
He groaned, low and broken.
Then he notched himself at her entrance and pushed inside—slow, relentless, stretching her open inch by burning inch.
Lin Xia's nails dug into his shoulders. The stretch was exquisite agony—too much and not enough. When he bottomed out, hips flush to hers, they both stilled, breathing ragged.
"Fuck," he hissed. "So tight. So wet. Made for me."
He pulled back almost all the way—then slammed home.
The first thrust stole her breath.
The second made her scream.
He set a brutal rhythm—deep, punishing strokes that hit every sensitive place inside her. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed in the room. Her breasts bounced with each thrust; he caught one in his mouth again, sucking hard in time with his hips.
Pleasure built again, impossibly fast.
When she clenched around him, fluttering on the edge, he changed angles—hooking her legs over his shoulders, folding her in half so he could drive even deeper.
"Come again," he growled. "Come on my cock. Milk me."
She did.
The second orgasm was even more violent—walls spasming, vision blurring, a gush of wetness coating them both. He fucked her through it, pace turning erratic, thrusts turning sloppy.
With a guttural sound he buried himself to the hilt and came—hot pulses flooding her, so much it leaked out around his cock.
He collapsed over her, breathing hard, still buried deep.
Neither moved for long minutes.
His hand eventually found her stomach—splayed wide, possessive.
"Mine," he murmured against her throat.
Lin Xia smiled into his hair, body still trembling.
[Ding! First full consummation complete.
Obsession value: 78% → 100% (locked).
Pregnancy probability: 41% → 89%.
Reward: Halo upgrade – Eternal Sensitivity Lv.1.]
The night was far from over.