Boundary - Chapter 18 [H]

When the woman used her delicate hands to hold his burning desire, actively parting her petals to slowly swallow his lust, Jin Nanting felt as if he was about to surrender immediately.

She was still inexperienced, yet as decisive as a Valkyrie, as if she would not tolerate any refusal from him.

“You are mine.”

Back in high school, he had been pestered by a spoiled and willful rich girl, and someone had once tried to define him with a possessive relationship.

He detested this so-called sense of ownership.

He was an independent individual, with many identities and tasks more important than being someone’s boyfriend.

But Gu Yetong’s declaration, rather than proclaiming ownership over him, sounded more like she was declaring him as her responsibility.

She was telling him that she would take good care of him.

It was almost laughable.

Wasn’t it?

He wanted nothing more than to pin her beneath him right then and there, to thrust his already painfully hard length into her soft, tender core and f*ck her until she realized who truly held the power in their marriage.

What he wanted was for her to seek his protection and support, but that didn’t mean she could expect him to do the same in return. He wasn’t her delicate younger sister, nor her frail grandfather. What made her think he needed her to take care of him?

And what made her think she had the capability?

Yet, there was a voice, a small and weak one in the corner of his heart, that she unexpectedly captured.

And along with it, she also captured his lips.

He had never been particularly fond of kissing; to him, it was an inefficient and insubstantial means of communication. He disliked even more being the one to initiate a kiss, as he preferred not to be forced into a defensive position. He was more accustomed to controlling the dynamics in a relationship.

He raised his hand to cup Gu Yetong’s face, tightly locking her soft tongue, which had ventured into his mouth, between his lips and teeth. He mercilessly demanded the oxygen from her mouth, attempting to force her to give up and retreat.

However, he forgot that it was he who had told her on their wedding night to breathe through her nose.

He also forgot how astute a student Gu Yetong was, always quick to grasp the solution to a problem. Though her movement was restricted, her tongue persistently teased his. Meanwhile, her hands slowly moved upward along the chest she had just caressed repeatedly, until they reached the corners of his mouth and his brow.

Her caresses were not teasing, nor were they pleading; they were more like soothing an enraged beast.

She patiently transformed his savage assault into a lingering entanglement, making his lips linger on her warmth and softness until their mouths were moistened by each other’s saliva, until even when their lips reluctantly parted, a thin silver thread still connected them.

And the clever woman also knew well that his desire was far from being satisfied. She slowly slid downward, pulling down his pajama pants and underwear, and for the first time, took his shaft in her hand.

She was still somewhat shy, not daring to play with his desire freely or observe it more closely. However, her next actions were resolute.

When his glans, already oozing prec*m, pushed open the entrance of her slightly parted opening, he couldn’t help but raise his hand and slip his thumb into her mouth, making her bite him instead of her habitual lip-biting. And the moment he entered her, he knew that her moans and light bites were not from the pain of dryness, but because her tightness couldn’t immediately accommodate his girth.

In the past, she had always been slow to warm up. Perhaps it was due to her constitution, but he believed it was more psychological. Her defenses were too strong, and her mind was always occupied with various doubts and concerns.

So every time, he needed to use some tactics to make her focus solely on the two of them.

On their wedding night, it was the first time he had used his mouth and tongue to moisten a woman’s flower. He wasn’t sure if he was willing to spend so much time and effort to arouse a woman because she was his wife, or simply because she was Gu Yetong.

But undoubtedly, he enjoyed it.

He had a slight obsession with cleanliness and strict requirements for neatness and order. One reason he wasn’t enthusiastic about s*x was because he disliked the mess and filth of physical entanglement.

However, Gu Yetong’s scent stirred his greed. Her slick nectar, mingled with sweat, carried a faint milky aroma—slightly fishy yet sweet, tempting him to drink more to reward his diligent efforts.

He also enjoyed the thrill of unraveling this woman, watching her squirm under his caresses, arch her neck at his kisses, and dig her fingers into his short hair as his tongue teased her.

Seeing her reveal her most genuine self because of him.

And today, he hadn’t even properly teased or caressed her, yet her delicate core was already drenched. Like a flower he had tenderly nurtured for so long, finally blooming in full splendor.

How could this not excite him with pride?

All of this was because of him.

For the first time, he truly realized that even without relying on his wealth or power, he could still sway her, influence her.

Control her.

The dark desire slowly spreading in his heart made Jin Nanting shiver. He clenched his fists, desperately suppressing the urge to flip her over and trap her beneath him, to disregard her wishes and ruthlessly take her, to continuously pour his scalding essence into her, to feed her, to make her a woman who could only spread her legs on the bed, waiting for his affection.

Such extreme possessiveness was dangerous.

Jin Nanting understood this deeply. What he anticipated, what he needed, had always been a slow and steady flow, not a blazing fire.

Because fire was uncontrollable—it either extinguished or spread wildly.

And that raging fire would only burn the rationality of those caught in it to ashes, ultimately scorching the people around them.

And the dead silence after the fire burned out…

“Help me…” The reckless woman chose this moment to ask for his assistance for the first time, “Move…”

Coming to his senses, Jin Nanting saw his wife, who was straddling him, with both hands on his abdomen, her face showing great difficulty as she hung in mid-air. Her short black hair, soaked with sweat, clung to her forehead. Although his erect and thick member was completely wet with the dripping juices, a part of it still couldn’t be engulfed by her narrow flower-like opening.

The delicate petals that took the initiative to envelop his shaft for the first time were still somewhat shy, sucking and biting, unwilling to let him penetrate deeply. The extreme tightness made his scalp tingle.

Even though she had the ambition to accommodate all of him, it didn’t mean she truly had the capacity.

Should he feel reassured, or should he be disappointed?

Finally, he could no longer endure it. He reached out between Gu Yetong’s legs, pulling her thighs and petals apart to make it easier for her to swallow his shaft, while gently supporting some of her weight to ensure she didn’t descend too quickly and hurt herself.

When his thickness fully entered her, both of them let out a sigh of relief. And when he felt the soft, wet flesh gradually acclimating to his presence and relaxing, he tightened his core and thrust his narrow hips upward forcefully.

Amidst her gasp, the woman’s snow-white rounded butt*cks rippled with the impact of his movements.

“Jin…”

Hearing his surname spill once again from Gu Yetong’s lips during their lovemaking, the speed of his thrusts doubled, so fast that her snow-white bre*sts swung through the air, tracing beautiful arcs, so fast that his name dissipated into her moans that rose and fell.

And such a delicate flower, of course, could only bloom for him alone.