[Warning: Adult content up ahead. Bring some cold and crisp holy water and some tissues with you.]

"In this lifetime and every other, I promise to only be loyal to you. Even if I have to crawl back from Hell, I will do so gladly."

Qian Meng grew eerily silent. "Wow. You just broke all the cold CEO fantasies women have," she stated.

"This cold CEO is not for everyone to fantasize. You can, though," he smiled.

He slipped a hand under her shirt to rest on her bare side, right at the dip of her waist. His touch ignited a fire in her stomach as it often did when he touched her this way.

"You're perceptive."

"I just know myself very well. I also remember the last time I was inside you."

Was it just yesterday? It felt like a long time ago, too.

Her breathing grew a little heavier with lust. It amazed her how quickly he could turn her on, just like lighting a fire with a lighter.

She lifted her arm and looped it around his neck.

"I will be loyal to you, as well. I can take care of you too…"

"Yeah?" There was a glimmer of hope and joy on his face.

She nodded and kissed him. His lips responded to her instantly, moving in perfect sync. His tongue was against her immediately, and she found herself moaning.

It was always the same when they kissed. The way he kissed her always had a slightly domineering edge to it. No matter how much she fought, he was always in control. She was aware of this through little things and actions. Just like when he would cradle her face as he kissed her.

They kissed for a long time, unhurried despite the intense energy coursing through them. He made no move to hide his erection. It strained against his boxers and Qian Meng had no shame as she rubbed against it.

Eventually, the hand he had on her side slid down to push at her sweatpants.

"Take them off," he whispered, pulling away from her lips just a little to speak.

I rolled onto her back and awkwardly jiggled around under the covers as she pushed them off. Once she had them past her knees, she simply kicked the rest of the way off and let them rest at the foot of the bed.

She hadn't put on any panties after her shower, so she was completely naked from the waist down. And with every move she made, she felt how slippery it was between her thighs.

She moved to roll back onto her side and face him, but he stopped her. He scooted closer to her, looking down at her as he remained on his side.

It was a rather amusing scene.

"Stay like that," he directed, placing one of his hands flat against her lower abdomen.

He looked down at her and began to move his hand down until it reached its destination: between her legs.

"Oh my," he said, marveling at how wet she was. She moaned slightly at his touch.

"I saw you in the shower. Don't judge!" she explained.

"Oh. You really like me now, huh?" he teased.

"What do you think?" she answered, knowing what he meant.

She hadn't masturbated in a long time. And her vibrator was probably not going to work because it had not been used in a long time.

"You're going to be quick, then," he concluded almost clinically. His finger skimmed over her clit and she jumped, surprised by how sensitive she was.

Yup, she was going to be very quick.

Her eyes fluttered closed as she felt him push a finger inside her. Her muscles gripped his finger involuntarily, eager for more. She moaned again.

"I might not make it to homerun if you foreplay continues," she told him softly.

"It's not foreplay. Just relax. You don't have to make it to homerun."

Her eyes opened immediately. What was he saying? That there wasn't going to be sex?

"But—"

"Hush. Just kiss me."

She did it without question. He hovered over her, one of his fingers remaining inside her. This thumb rubbed slow and gentle circles over her clit.

They hadn't focused on just foreplay for a really long time. Not since their wedding. Normally, foreplay was always followed by sex. For him to simply pleasure her was different.

Qian Meng had no complaints.

He knew what he was doing as he moved his finger inside her with purpose. Instead of going in and out, he moved it up and down and pressed against her upwards… until he found the sweet spot.

And he knew it immediately as she moaned into his mouth.

"There it is," he responded in a whisper against her lips.

"Yes…" She could only sigh.

He pressed against it hard, making her moan deeply. His resulting smile held pride and victory. She craned her neck to kiss him again, but it was difficult to maintain their rhythm as she moaned and breathed roughly.

She sucked in a breath as she bent one leg and placed the foot flat against the bed to give him better access. Mo Qingchen continued the same routine without faltering. Only, he went faster. When her breathing became more unsteady, he added another finger.

That was just what she needed. Two of his fingers didn't compare to his hard length that she was accustomed to, but the motion in which he moved them gave her a feeling of fullness. It satisfied her protesting pussy and she pulled at him to give her more.

She didn't know if it was an abnormal bout of lust for him or their earlier confessions, but it wasn't long before she felt the churning in her belly as the pleasure began to build. She broke away from the kiss, overwhelmed, and gasped for breath.

His lips slowly made their way across her neck.

"Mo Qingchen," she moaned.

"Good?" he asked against her neck, sounding a little breathless himself.

"So good. So fucking good…"

"You're so wet right now."

She knew she was. Not only because she could feel it but the sounds it made as his fingers effortlessly moved was enough of an indication.