Chapter 5. Unstoppable

The moment we crossed the threshold into the kitchen, he hoisted me up and pinned me against the cold marble countertop. The violent shock of the freezing stone clashing against the inferno of his body sent a hard shudder straight down my spine. The sheer terror of being taken right out in the open, where anyone could walk in, had my nerves stretched as tight as piano wire. Down below, I squeezed around him in a series of uncontrollable, frantic spasms, each sharp clench wringing a harsh, delicious grunt from between his teeth.

“Shen Phan… are you trying to kill me? Clamping down on me like that…”

A wave of overwhelming sensation crashed over me, and as a high-pitched cry threatened to tear from my throat, I slapped both hands over my mouth in sheer panic. My muffled shrieks dissolved into breathless, helpless whimpers escaping through my fingers.

Seeing me caught so deliciously between terror and ecstasy only drove Than Ngon further over the edge. Leaning down, he pried my hands away from my face with one arm and captured my lips in a deep, scorching kiss.

“Let me hear you… I want to hear every sound…”

He growled the demand directly into my mouth while his powerful legs maintained a relentless, punishing rhythm. The tight, frantic contractions from deep within me, paired with my smothered whimpers, drove him completely insane. I could only cling to his broad shoulders for dear life, my entire body quaking under every powerful thrust, drowning in a numbness so sweet it bordered on agony.

Before the first cresting wave could even settle, another wild surge reared its head. Than Ngon stared down at me with dark, feverish devotion. Gathering my thoroughly spent body into his arms, he carried me straight into the bathroom.

The warm cascade from the showerhead rained down, washing away the messy, glistening evidence on our skin. I was so exhausted I slumped heavily against his broad chest, my eyes half-closed as I soaked in a rare moment of sweet relief. But Than Ngon’s hands were far from done. As smooth, velvety suds glided over my hyper-sensitive skin, his lingering, deliberate touches reignited the embers of desire that had barely begun to cool.

The dense, swirling steam made the air thick, heavy, and intoxicating. Without warning, he spun me around and pinned me face-first against the vanity mirror, its glass coated in a fine layer of condensation.

“Look at yourself… look at how gorgeous you are.”

He dragged a thumb across the glass, wiping away a clear streak to reveal the reflection of our tangled, glistening bodies. My breath hitched in my throat. My face was flushed crimson, my eyes glassed over with unshed tears, and my skin was painted with a constellation of bright red marks he’d left behind. The sheer, uninhibited picture of ruin staring back at me made my cheeks burn with fierce shame.

“Don’t… Than Ngon, don’t look…”

He hadChapter 5: The Counter, The Mirror, and The Kitchen

The moment we crossed the threshold into the kitchen, he pinned me against the ice-cold marble countertop. The searing heat radiating off his body clashing with the cold stone made me shiver. The sheer terror of doing something so indecent out in the open had every nerve in my body strung taut. Down below, I clutched him in tight, frantic pulses. Each involuntary squeeze drew a low, sharp growl from deep within Shengyan’s chest.

“Shen Fan…” he gritted out, pure pleasure lacing his voice. “Are you trying to kill me? You’re wrapping around me like a vice…”

A wave of intense ecstasy crashed over me. A high-pitched moan threatened to tear from my throat, and in a panic, I slapped both hands over my mouth. The cry was choked back, escaping only as muffled, needy whimpers against my palms.

Seeing me like this, caught between raw fear and intoxicating bliss—only drove Fu Shengyan wilder. He leaned in, casually prying my hands away with one of his own, replacing them with a bruising, scalding kiss.

“Go on, scream…” he growled against my lips, his powerful thighs driving into me in a relentless, punishing rhythm. “I want to hear you.”

The tight, desperate spasms of my body combined with my smothered cries pushed him completely over the edge. I could do nothing but claw at his shoulders, my entire frame trembling violently with every brutal thrust, drowning in a sensation so overwhelming it turned my mind to absolute mush.

As the first wave of pleasure ebbed, another storm was already brewing. Shengyan looked down at me, his dark eyes burning with fierce, possessive adoration. He scooped up my limp, exhausted body and carried me straight into the bathroom.

The shower hissed to life, warm water cascading down to wash away the slick, telltale marks on our skin. I was so spent I collapsed fully against his chest, my eyes half-closed as I soaked in the fleeting warmth. But Shengyan’s hands were far from done. As the silky lather slid over my sensitive skin, his deliberate, lingering touches rekindled the fire that had barely settled.

Steam billowed around us, turning the air thick, heavy, and charged. Without warning, he spun me around, slamming my front against the grand bathroom mirror, its surface lightly fogged over.

“Look…” he rasped in my ear. “Look at how gorgeous you are.”

He dragged a hand across the glass, wiping away a streak of condensation to reveal our tangled reflection. I gasped, staring in shock at the woman in the mirror, flushed skin, tear-brightened eyes, and red, blooming marks left by his hands and mouth. Seeing myself so undone, so thoroughly wrecked, sent a hot jolt of shame straight to my chest.

“Don’t… Shengyan, don’t look…”

He had no intention of letting me hide. Pressing up against my back, he used one hand to cup my chin, forcing me to hold my own gaze in the glass, while his other hand snaked down to reignite the fire. When he breached me from behind, the sheer depth of the intrusion paired with the raw visual of our bodies brought a dizzying spike of pleasure.

I saw every hard, decisive drive of his hips. I saw my own body shatter and shake with every stroke. The visual stimulation was too much, causing me to clench around him in wild, helpless spasms. Shengyan locked eyes with my dazed reflection in the mirror, his voice thick and dark with absolute satisfaction.

“See that? You love this, don’t you?”

A broken sob hitched in my throat. I gripped the marble edge of the vanity until my knuckles turned white just to stay upright. The steady patter of the shower mixed with the wet slap of skin and his heavy, ragged breathing, creating a soundtrack of pure, unadulterated lust.

Under his relentless assault, my body reached its absolute breaking point. Overwhelming pleasure crashed through me in relentless waves, stripping away the last shreds of my control. In the mirror, I watched with wide, dazed eyes as a thick, milky trail, the mark of our unbridled madness, began to leak out, trailing down my trembling thighs to merge with the warm water pools on the tile floor.

The sheer obscenity of the sight made my face burn as if on fire. Panting heavily, every muscle in my body gave out, and I started to slump forward. But Fu Shengyan wasn’t finished with me yet.

He stared at my wrecked reflection, his ragged breath hot against the nape of my neck. Then, without a word of warning, he brought his free hand down and shoved two fingers into the frantic, pulsing heat between my legs.

“Ah!”

I jerked violently, my eyes wide in the mirror.

The sudden, ruthless intrusion stretched me to the limit. It felt like being torn open, an agonizing, thrilling mix of pain and white-hot pleasure that turned me completely numb. His fingers worked inside me without mercy, tracking down every sensitive nerve to obliterate whatever defense I had left. The rhythm of his deep, hard thrusts paired with the relentless friction below pushed me right off the edge of sanity.

“Shengyan… no… ah, wait, too much… it’s too much… you’re going to break me…”

I broke down sobbing, my fingers digging helplessly into the slick marble vanity. But he only tightened his grip on my waist, driving us toward an agonizing, beautiful peak. The reflection in the mirror blurred into a smear of steam and tears.

My mind went dead white. The entire world shrank down to a single, blinding sensation. I collapsed face-down onto the cool marble of the sink, my chest heaving desperately for air while my legs shook uncontrollably from the violent aftershocks.

Even then, Fu Shengyan didn’t pull out. He pressed his burning chest flat against my back, one hand gently stroking my sweat-matted hair while the other remained greedily resting against my most sensitive spot, savoring the weak, involuntary flutters of my release.

“You are incredible, baby…” he murmured, his voice low and raspy.

Turning me around, he used the showerhead to gently rinse away the lingering traces of our mess from my exhausted body. Under the warm spray, I couldn’t even lift a finger. I simply let him handle me, sweeping me up into his arms and carrying me softly back to the bed.

He pulled the duvet over us both, his strong arm wrapping around me, pulling me flush against his frame. I buried my face into the crook of his neck, breathing in his clean, masculine scent overlaid with the musk of our sweat. A strange, deep sense of safety settled over me, and sleep pulled at me like a undertow.

My body felt as if it were floating on water. But then, a slick, searing touch at my core dragged my slipping consciousness back to the surface.

I opened my eyes, my breath hitching as I realized what was happening. Fu Shengyan, the man who always looked so dignified, cold, and untouchable in his tailored suits, was kneeling between my legs.

With one hand, he parted my thighs wide. With the other, he casually adjusted the cufflink at his wrist, his head dipped low as his hot, skillful tongue slowly cleaned up the messy evidence he had left behind earlier.

“Mmh… Shengyan… you don’t have to…” I panted, trying to squeeze my legs together out of sheer embarrassment, but my weak effort was nothing more than an invitation to him.

He looked up, his dark eyes brimming with an obsessive, terrifying possessiveness. Far from stopping, he pressed harder, his tongue swirling over my most delicate spot, making my back arch instantly, my toes curling into the mattress as a fresh bolt of electricity shot straight through me.

“Shengyan… I really don’t have any strength left…” I whimpered, my voice ruined from crying out.

“Shh. You don’t need to do a thing this time.”

He flashed a dark, dangerous smile, then flipped me onto my stomach. Abandoning any conventional position, he forced me onto my hands and knees, making me hold onto the heavy wooden headboard while he lifted my hips high. It was a posture that left me completely exposed, utterly vulnerable to him.

From this angle, the stark difference in our sizes was undeniable. When he plunged back into me from behind, the impact was deeper and more direct than anything before. Every heavy stroke hit directly where I was weakest, forcing me to clutch the sheets for dear life, my upper body sinking lower with every drive.

“Ah… slow down… please… you’re too deep…”

The sharp sound of skin meeting skin echoed in the quiet room, mingled with his heavy, ragged breathing.

Fu Shengyan leaned down, one hand anchoring my waist while the other reached around, aggressively, yet with practiced skill, molding and kneading my breasts as they bounced with his frantic pace.

Being taken from behind like this was a whole different kind of thrill, feral, primal, and wild. I could feel every inch of his scorching heat filling me up. Every time he pulled out only to slam back in, a wave of liquid fire shot straight up my spine.

“Feel that? You’re wrapping around me so tight,” he purred against my ear, his tone dripping with dark amusement. “How am I supposed to stop?”

My body betrayed me, contracting wildly around him all over again. I didn’t even have the breath left to beg for mercy; I could only ride the waves of his brutal rhythm, shivering under his hands. When the final climax hit, I felt myself tear apart at the seams, completely swallowed whole by the dominant, unyielding force of the man over me.

It wasn’t until noon the next day that I finally woke up. Looking at his handsome, sleeping face, I genuinely considered kicking him back into his “crippled” state. His arm was wrapped around my waist like an iron band even in his sleep, as if terrified I might vanish into thin air.

I reached for my phone on the nightstand and was greeted by a flood of missed calls from the Shen family. The voicemail log was a chaotic mix of screaming insults and groveling pleas, their attitude changing faster than the weather.

“Don’t bother looking. The Shens are done for,” Fu Shengyan grunted, opening his eyes and casually plucking the phone from my hand.

He pulled me into his chest, resting his chin on top of my head. “All you need to do is trust me. Otherwise… I might get jealous.”

I let out a soft laugh. “And what does jealous Fu Shengyan look like?”

“Handcuffing you to the bed so you can never leave.”

I leaned up and planted a hard, lingering kiss right on his lips.

“Sounds completely unhinged,” I whispered against his mouth. “I love it.”

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