Chapter 97 Give Your Heart to Me (For Fei Diamond More)

——You were distracted, what were you thinking?

——No.

In the instant she struggled outward, her whole person was suddenly yanked toward him, met with a fierce and brutal kiss.

This kiss was entirely a plundering of intense dominance, domineeringly swallowing her voice and her gasps. In her panic, she hastily rose, but he pressed even tighter, until he lifted her body onto the edge of the desk, nowhere to escape.

He despised her repeated struggles and refusals, despised the emotions she leaked into the depths of her eyes, even more hated that in his embrace, her thoughts wandered freely, never placing him at the heart of her heart. She didn’t care, Ling Lan fundamentally didn’t care, always only caring about that man hidden long ago in her heart. The restrained anger surged up his chest like surging tides, unable to cease for long. Alcohol had numbed his reason; he no longer wished to restrain. The so-called steadiness, the so-called calmness, the so-called rationality—he wanted none of it, absolutely none…

His slightly cool large palm freely stroked her delicate tender skin, the coolness between his fingers sliding past her softness yet igniting trail after trail of flames, burning her until she trembled. Like the sea at night, gradually awakening, finally raising waves.

Familiar yet unfamiliar tides of emotion, carrying the momentum of almost drowning her, overturned her body and mind. She tightly gripped the desk edge behind her: “Mmm—” but felt the man’s thick manhood pressing directly between her legs.

He saw her helpless gaze, yet did not spare her. In the next moment, the fragile buttons on her shirt scattered in all directions, his lips and teeth pressed against her neck artery, gently sucking and biting. Pain and intoxication intertwined; she was like a sacrificial offering awaiting surrender, terrified and uneasy. He swept the documents from the desk, hearing only a swish as the mess scattered, the wide space filled only with his low panting. He suddenly thrust her shirt higher, no longer wanting, nor willing to wait anymore.

That scorching kiss branded a path downward, searing her chest. She suddenly drew in a sharp breath, a shy flush blooming like a delicate flower. Arriving at the city gate, she was defeated. He forced her to the edge of a cliff, finally she couldn’t help but cry out: “Mo Cheng…” She knew, always knew what he wanted, but he could not give it. Today was the first time she had called his name, so fragile and helpless.

Deep brown eyes stared at her tear-streaked face, a thin layer of sweat beading on his forehead and dripping onto her delicate skin: “What did you call me?” He gazed at her obsessively, even in that low voice suppressing disbelief and shock. But he liked this feeling, as if she was finally slowly letting go, waiting to accept her, the embrace tightening, wanting to rub her into his very bones and blood.

She helplessly pushed back, arms shielding the snow-white fullness of her chest, but then told him: “During this time… you have never done anything beyond the bounds toward me…” Her voice trembled: “Please… don’t break this long period of peace… okay?” She was begging him.

But obviously knowing what he wanted, what he wanted to do, it was fundamentally impossible to resist, she still struggled like a moth to the flame in her final gasp.

Yes, after so long of his forbearance, would it ultimately collapse in the place where love was not reciprocated, completely shattering the peace they had painstakingly built?!

But Mo Cheng pressed his lips to Ling Lan’s ear, licked her earlobe, and said softly: “Ling Lan, I said no,” He smiled drunkenly, the depth in his eyes shifting to a bewitching hue: “No… I want you… give me, give me your body, your heart, all of them.” Low and domineering, Mo Cheng was an absolute plunderer, the winner takes all.

He lowered his head to kiss her tender bud, the wet tongue tip gently teasing it, her snow-white shoulders pressing against the cold desk, dyeing a chill, yet warm from the front. She watched the obsession in his eyes; he passionately kissed the lively, fragrant manhood beneath her, softly repeating: “Give me…”

The erect red manhood glistened under his kisses, moving downward, the tongue tip lightly and slowly sliding over her flat belly. She trembled faintly, pushed with her hands, yet touched his dense ink-black hair. Mo Cheng pushed up her skirt from below.

“No…” Ling Lan’s eyes suddenly widened, before she could finish, she was covered with his shirt over her eyes. Her vision was shrouded in darkness, feeling his fingers slowly entering her, her body tensing like a bowstring.

He felt heavy obstacles ahead, the person beneath him truly delicate, Mo Cheng lifted her long beautiful legs, lowering his head, kissing that fragrant place. She tightly gripped the desk, feeling that slippery warmth gently, tenderly sliding over the sensitive point.

Ling Lan closed her eyes, deeply panting, brow tightly furrowed, white teeth biting her lip. The delicate face slightly veiled, faintly visible was near despair, tears overflowing, wetting her trembling eyelashes. She hated the surging pleasure in her chest that choked her, as if her heart had been harshly slammed creating a void, such helplessness.

Until Mo Cheng picked her up horizontally, the shirt slipping, her eye-corner tears falling nonstop. He carried her to the inner rest room, onto the mattress, she slowly opened her eyes, the hot waves overflowing in her pupils, like broken crystal shining brilliantly.

He looked at her, she looked at him, their gazes met. He had been waiting for that moment, she at a loss for him, intoxicated by him, sinking into him, and at this moment it became exceptionally strong. He knew she was begging him, still somewhat afraid of the impending event, but none of these could hinder his plunder’s determination, moreover from the beginning he had no intention of stopping easily.

Mo Cheng entered slowly, thinking her body sufficiently soft, but she was tight, almost couldn’t accommodate him. Only half-entered, he was already close to her ear, intense panting: “Ling Lan, how could you be so tight?” Mo Cheng kissed away the sweat on Ling Lan’s forehead, feeling her stiffness and trembling, he used his broad palm to lift her, caressing her smooth back.

“Don’t be afraid…” he said softly, “feel me…”

Mo Cheng used one hand to support her slender waist, letting her slowly meet him, until he thrust in fully. He no longer moved, because the person in his arms seemed to have lost consciousness from the pain.

He kissed her shoulders, again possessing, feeling the taste of being gently wrapped by someone, it was simply indescribable, he couldn’t believe it, even could feel the soft folds and slippery inner walls in her body,

still smelling the faint fragrance in her hair, hearing her sobbing gasps. He deeply sighed, this soft jade warm house body was the best comfort for a man who had worked hard.

Warm palms roamed over Ling Lan’s tender as jade clean skin, he felt that ultimate pleasure, also felt her pain. There was a bit of his bodily fluid in the passage, perhaps subconscious resistance, her body not sufficiently wet. This union was him forcing the start, conquest? Or pity? He himself couldn’t tell. But there was one thing clear: he hoped she could enjoy the joy of love and sex together. The perfect consummation of love and sex, a person’s feeling too lonely.

Subconsciously he even hoped that emotions intertwined with sex would make them unable to separate, that physical union seemed the most perfect, most insane, and most infatuated fit between men and women. He deeply buried into her body as if they would never, never separate. Caressing the slightly bulging point on her small belly, he smiled drunkenly.

He suddenly sealed her lips, caught her hand tightly holding, repeatedly thrusting, forcing,

“Ling Lan… I don’t want to hurt you.” Mo Cheng gently coaxed beside her ear. But he had already felt his wild impulse like a string about to snap arrow, at the precipice, already unable to stop.

His head was buried in her beautiful fullness, the freed hands pressed her knees, his strong waist swaying back and forth without end, lips branding on her white tender neck, leaving a string of red-purple marks on that fragile skin.

She used all her strength to struggle, biting his shoulder with her mouth. The sudden pain on her shoulder made the man tremble lightly, he lowered his head looking at her, smiling with drunken haze, caught her chin and kissed it heavily, speaking soft and sweet love words, treating her desperately struggling to the death as foreplay.

What did he say beside her ear? She couldn’t hear, only felt he repeated it many times, only then she realized.

He said: “Give it to me, give it to me… give me your heart…”

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Finally, he was satiated and hugged her from behind, Ling Lan with her back to him, unmoving, silently watching the faint light hidden under the curtain.

Mo Cheng buried his head in her neck, using that faint light to glance at her thin shoulders, sighing softly, delicately and lingeringly pecking kisses, seemingly implying the man’s reluctance and unfulfilled desire: “Ling Lan…” he murmured.

He couldn’t see her face, nor that lonely look, only she in his arms, slightly trembling, faintly revealing her thoughts.

He hugged her, bodies touching, as if entwined warmth gradually dyeing her, his arm tightening, seemingly unwilling to stop, only willing to quietly hold her: “You know? I don’t dare to let go, would be afraid you like last time, sneak away while I sleep.”

She was stunned, tears at the corners dried, all the rest seemed empty as if he had emptied her. He lightly told her beside her ear, you know that feeling? In front is a piece of darkness, thinking to see a ray of light, heart couldn’t stop laughing secretly, persistently, desperately chasing, until the end only to discover, just a yellow beam dream!

Ling Lan side-glanced at him, the encounter of young age, actually let such fierce and ruthless man also have his fears?! She said indifferently: “Rest assured, I can’t leave in this state.”

Sure enough, she saw his mouth corners sink.