Chapter 28 Chapter 28 This peach-flavored lip glaze, next time...
72.
The blinking action was almost innocent and provocative, but I felt that the provocation was not strong enough, so I put my hands on the back of the sofa behind Gin.
For a moment, I had a flashback to what happened yesterday. It was the same exact situation, one person blocking the other. The main difference was that yesterday it was Gin blocking me, and today I was blocking Gin.
This reversal of scenes made me feel a little dizzy.
So what about Gin? I still have him under my control, right?
I placed my other hand on Gin's shoulder and moved closer, so close that I could see every subtle wrinkle in his eyes. His gaze froze instantly, transforming into a more aggressive focus.
Gin leaned back, seemingly relaxed, but the invisible pressure around him suddenly tightened, locking onto me as I stood so close. My knees, pressed against his, could clearly feel the muscles in his thigh tense, like a beast poised for a pounce. He didn't push me away, didn't even move. The playful curve of his lips deepened, a look of even more unsettling scrutiny.
My heart was pounding with excitement, but while I was still immersed in the pride of my bluff, a big hand suddenly grabbed my waist at a speed that I could not react at all.
My commanding posture, kneeling on the edge of the sofa, instantly collapsed. A tremendous force pulled me forward, and I fell heavily into his arms! My knees crashed into his strong thighs, and my upper body slumped against his broad chest. Our bodies pressed tightly together through the thin fabric, and I could clearly feel his steady, powerful heartbeat, and the heat that instantly grew to boiling hot.
In order to steady my body, my hands subconsciously rested on his shoulders, and then I awkwardly wrapped them around his neck.
Just now, I was leaning against his back, looking down at him with a hint of oppression. But now, I was completely trapped in his arms, his arms pinning my waist, unable to move.
That pitiful bit of "initiative" was gone, and the roles were instantly reversed—no, even more completely than yesterday! I couldn't even touch the ground, completely becoming his prey, completely controlled.
"You..." I struggled to look up to protest, but met his eyes looking down at me.
Those dark green eyes were so close, swirling with a dangerous light I couldn't understand, thick as the night. They locked onto my gaze, leaving me speechless. A few strands of his long silver hair fell, brushing against my cheek, bringing a cool touch that formed an odd contrast with the scorching heat of his body.
"You're quite courageous." His deep voice echoed against my ear, incredibly hoarse, each syllable sending an electric current through my spine. The hand clasped behind my waist, his thumb gently caressing the sensitive skin on my side, sending shivers through the thin fabric.
My heartbeat was pounding, my cheeks burning. The pride and defiance I'd felt earlier had been replaced by panic and a strange throbbing sensation. I tried to look away, but I was drawn in by the bottomless vortex in his eyes.
His eyes fell on my lips again, with an undisguised, assessing prey concentration. That gaze seemed to have a tangible warmth, burning me so much that I subconsciously wanted to purse my lips.
"Woo..." The small wound on the inside of my lower lip was accidentally scratched by my teeth. The subtle but sharp pain made me subconsciously frown and let out a small whimper.
Gin's dark green pupils constricted instantly. He raised his other hand and, with almost violent precision, clamped it down on my jaw. His strength was undeniable, yet strangely, he avoided the painful spot.
I watched helplessly as his calloused fingertips, extremely slowly and with a grinding pressure, gently stroked my lower lip. The movement was gentle, yet with an irresistible force, pressing across my lower lip - the very spot where the pink peach-flavored lip gloss was applied.
I was forced to look up, meeting his suddenly approaching, aggressive gaze. All the playfulness and amusement in those green eyes had disappeared, leaving only pure, bestial predatory desire.
He lowered his head, and his silver hair fell down. A few strands brushed against my cheek, bringing a cool touch.
"Let me teach you," his hoarse voice carried a bewitching charm, his eyes fixed on my lips that were trembling slightly with nervousness, "what does 'taste' mean."
I swallowed hard and stared at him blankly.
"Close your eyes." The low and hoarse command, with a hot breath, brushed against my lips without any doubt.
My mind went blank, and my body reacted before my conscious awareness. I closed my eyes, either in obedience, or perhaps pressured by the powerful aura, and my long eyelashes trembled nervously.
The expected rough, punitive bite did not come immediately.
A warm, soft yet extremely strong object, with unquestionable force, pushed open my lips that were slightly tightened due to tension and pain.
It's his tongue!
He had a uniquely cold, yet incredibly hot, breath that penetrated me irresistibly. Without giving me any time to adjust, he accurately caught the tip of my tongue, which had curled up in the corner due to pain, and entangled with me with a force that was almost teaching.
"Hmm..." The unfamiliar feeling of being completely invaded and controlled made me tremble all over. I subconsciously wanted to retreat, but the iron arm behind my waist tightened my grip and my jaw was also firmly fixed, leaving me with nowhere to retreat.
It wasn't a gentle touch, but a plundering, siege-like assault. He forcefully pried my teeth apart, his scorching tongue thrusting in with undeniable force, domineeringly sweeping over every inch of my territory. My breath was instantly taken away, my mind blank, leaving only the surging scent of his between my lips and teeth, the almost incinerating heat he brought.
It was an undeniable force, a declaration of sovereignty, a provocation before punishment. The tip of his tongue, almost instructive, forcefully guided my awkward responses, forcing my tongue to dance with his. Every rub and suck was accompanied by a tingling sensation like an electric current, radiating from my lips and teeth to my spine and every part of my body.
My hands around his neck were curled up because of his scorching body temperature, and my body trembled slightly under his strong restraint and plunder.
Gin's grip on my waist tightened, practically rubbing me into him. His lips and tongue sucked, bit, and licked with an intensity that bordered on punishment yet was also filled with lust. His tongue brushed over the small wound on the inside of my lower lip, where he'd bitten it before, bringing a subtle sting and a stronger electric current that instantly raced through my body.
I was so limp from his kiss that I lost consciousness and could only passively endure this storm that I had provoked but was completely dominated by him. The only sounds in the air were the blushing, wet sounds of our lips and tongues entwining and our rapid, intertwined breathing.
However, just when I was dizzy and almost suffocated by his kiss, the violent attack slowed down strangely.
His tongue no longer aggressively attacked, but instead became delicate and patient, with a thrilling sense of exploration. He began to lick every inch of the lipstick-coated skin on my lips, meticulously and in a circular motion, as if savoring a delicate dessert. He lingered particularly long on the inside of his bitten lower lip, which was slightly stinging. His lightly calloused thumb, in sync with the movements of his lips and tongue, gently caressed the corners of my lips, bringing shivers of excitement.
An indescribable, strange feeling of pain, numbness, and cherished love replaced the initial panic and suffocation. Under his patient "teaching," my tense body involuntarily began to soften, and I even awkwardly and cautiously tried to respond to his guidance.
As their lips and teeth intertwined, the sweet scent of peach and his cold breath completely merged, filling the space between the two people's breaths.
I don’t know how long it took, it seemed like a century, yet it seemed like just a short moment.
Just when I was about to drown in this deep kiss with a "teaching" meaning, he finally stopped.
The lips and tongue slowly separated, leaving behind a trace of ambiguous silver line.
He moved a little further away, giving me some breathing room.
I was breathing heavily, my eyes were hazy, my cheeks were incredibly hot, my lips were sucked until they were rosy and moist, and they were slightly open, with traces of his ravages left on them.
Gin still held my waist, his silver hair was slightly messy, and his breathing was a little faster than usual.
He lowered his eyes, his dark green pupils bottomless as they held my distraught expression, the surging lust within still lingering. His beautifully shaped, thin lips, stained with a moist, tender pink hue similar to my lip gloss from the passionate kiss, formed a stark contrast with his icy demeanor, adding a touch of deadly allure.
His gaze, as if it were real, slowly and oppressively swept across my swollen lips, and finally stopped on my lips that were slightly moving due to my panting.
After a few seconds of suffocating silence.
He lowered his head slightly, the tip of his nose almost brushing my cheek, his hot breath brushing my lips again. Then, a low, hoarse word, with a lazy, magnetic feeling of satisfaction, yet extremely clear, scratched my eardrums like a feather and pounded heavily into my heart:
“Very sweet.”
That voice carried a very faint, yet unmistakable hint of satisfaction from tasting something delicious, as well as a deeper, yet lingering desire.
My brain went into a complete blackout. The blush on my cheeks instantly spread to my ears and neck, and my heartbeat was so intense it threatened to burst through my chest.
The arm on my waist loosened slightly, and the hand holding my chin slowly moved away. Instead, he used his fingertips with thin calluses, as if confirming his masterpiece, and as if declaring ownership, to gently wipe the edge of my slightly swollen lower lip again, erasing a trace of smudged lip gloss.
He didn't say anything else, but his green eyes, like deep pools, were still fixed on me. The emotions surging in them were so complicated that they frightened me.
It's terrible.
This peach-flavored lip gloss, next time...
Next time I’ll buy the same scent in a different color to try!
Just then—
There was the crisp sound of a key turning in the lock at the entrance.
Gin didn't react, but I jumped out of his arms like a frightened rabbit, rolled off the sofa in a panic, and ran back to the room.
Faster than when he was being held by Nabeel.
73.
"Hey? Big brother, where's Yingzi?" Vodka asked blankly, "I was almost there when I remembered I didn't ask Yingzi for the lip gloss. Where is she?"
Gin's voice was slightly hoarse, with a smile that Vodka couldn't understand: "Go back to the room."
Vodka nodded and walked to Yingzi's room. Before he could knock, the tightly closed door opened a crack. A slender arm stretched out from the gap, and on its open palm was a small piece of pink lip gloss.
"Yingzi, did you hear that? I'll take it then. I'll be back soon and will give it back to you."
The arm was retracted in a flash, and the door closed immediately, leaving only a low "hmm" to float out.
Vodka frowned, and as he walked back into the living room, he didn't forget the red marks on the fair skin he had just seen. He stopped in front of Gin and said, hesitantly, "Brother, we've made peace, so don't lecture Yingzi."
The lower half of Gin's face was blocked by the documents. He didn't even raise his eyes, but the corners of his lips curled up: "Lesson?"
Vodka nodded hesitantly and said vaguely, "Yes, if Yingzi is really injured, it will be difficult for us to explain to that adult."
After saying that, Vodka didn't dare to stay any longer. As he left, he didn't forget to add, "I'm just saying, big brother, you can't really have the heart to do that to Yingzi, right?"
After the sound of the door closing was heard, Gin put down the documents. The contentment and laziness in his eyes had long disappeared, and his thin lips, which were stained with a light layer of pink that could not be seen without a close look, were straightened into a cold line.
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