Mr. Tycoon's Daring Wife

Warning: Mature content continues.

”How tired are you, my love?” He whispered to her while they were entangled in each other’s arms. She didn’t understand the purpose of his question and hugged him tighter in response. He took that as a sign that she still had energy in her to continue. A wolfish smile appeared on his face. Her lazily opened eyes widened when he began to move his hips again. She yelped, biting on her bottom lip to contain the moans that were threatening to break out.

”Now, my dear, what did I say about holding it in?” He husked, prying her hands to her side, exposing her body to him. He maintained eye level with her while his hips continued to rock her world, doing wild things that left her mind in a boggled mess. His gaze trailed lower, marveling at the fine sculpture known as her body. ”Why are you so beautiful?” He groaned.

”Ah!” She let out a cry when he rammed deeper into her. She could barely breathe, lost in the heavy waves of passion. Her eyes were glazed over, but she could still see the hunger in his eyes as they raked over her body, face, and then finally came to a stop at her eyes.

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Zhao Lifei panted upon the bed, her body beyond weak and exhausted. She thought it would only be another round, but who would’ve thought two would become five, then eight, and lastly, ten. How did he have so much stamina to keep on going? And each time she reached her climax, he would soon follow after. Never once did he pull out. He continued to fill her body, the same way you placed a bun into an oven.

She could feel her body shaking a bit. She couldn’t feel her muscles or even lift a limb, and it seemed that was his purpose, for he had the audacity to smile down upon her

”B-brute…” She groaned at him, staring up at the ceiling. Despite her complaints and pain, she loved every second of Heaven that he gave her. She wanted to repay him the favor many times, but each time she tried, he would only pound deeper into her, declaring that tonight was going to be all about her.

Her body was filled with love bites, courtesy of him, and his back was filled with the marks of her nails. He couldn’t care less about what she did to him.

Then he left.

Her eyes widened at the loss of his presence. Her heart raced and filled with fear. Was he the type of man to load and bolt? ”Where are you going?” She weakly asked him, but by the time she turned her head to the side, he was gone. She was laying underneath the blanket, cocooned by artificial warmth. She was cold. It was the type of cold that could only be satisfied by his natural heat.

He was gone.

She tried to sit up in bed and failed to do so. Her arms couldn’t support her body and she couldn’t even move a limb. ”Yang Feng?”

”Shh, I’m here, my love.” Yang Feng soothed her worries. He was swarmed with guilt. He didn’t think he was taking a long time until she glared at him with accusation. He presented her with a soft smile, something white in his hands.

Then he parted her legs again.

Her eyes widened, her body warming up unknowingly. ”I-I’m tired!” She yelped, only for her face to flush a second later when she realized what he was doing. He came back with a hot, white towel to clean her off.

”I love your blush, my dear.” He sneakily said, a taunting smirk on his face.

She desperately wished she could wipe that arrogant smirk off of his stupidly handsome face!

Yang Feng laughed at her adorable glare. It was an endearing sight for him. He bent down and kissed her nose.

”Y-you’re mean.” She mumbled to him, shrinking further into the bed as he stood in between her legs.

”I know, my love.” He hummed, pressing a chastise kiss upon her cheek. ”The hot towel will help with your soreness tomorrow morning.” He wiped her thoroughly clean and ensured not a single spot went unnoticed. His eyes were heated upon seeing the love bites he left on her. He smirked to himself. She wouldn’t be able to leave the bed tomorrow morning.

After thinking about something, Yang Feng disappeared again. She didn’t mind anymore and knew he was probably off to do something else. Her eyes were drowsy and she could barely keep them awake.

Yang Feng returned a few minutes later to see she was close to falling asleep. ”Now, now, don’t fall asleep so quickly.” He hovered over her body, kissing her on the side of her neck.

He reached down and scooped her into his arms. ”Hm...what are you doing?” She asked, yawning and snuggling into his honey-tanned body. She could vaguely feel him kiss the top of her head. It seemed he had gotten good at picking her up now.

”Helping you take a warm bath. The heat will encourage blood circulation.” He told her as he lowered her into the large bathtub in the center of the room. It could fit five people in total.

”Mmm, it feels good.” She let out a contented sigh, her taut muscles relaxing.

”Does it?” He asked her with a tiny smile nestled on his face. He climbed in afterward, surprising her. ”I added lavender petals and essential oil into here. It should soothe you even more.” He tenderly kissed the spot behind her ears, bringing her body close to his. He hugged her from behind and began to massage her, beginning with her shoulders before traveling down to her arms. Everywhere he touched, her muscles would relax, and soon, she fell asleep in the bathtub.

After massaging her body, he helped her clean it with a loofah. He ensured there would be as minimal discomfort as possible tomorrow morning. Lastly, he patted her body dried and lifted her to their bed. The sheets were freshly changed and clean. During their bath, he had called forth the trusted Old Butler to do it — no other servants except for the Old Butler was allowed entry into his room.

Laying her onto the bed, he resembled a master craftsman placing his finest masterpiece into a cushioned box. He handled her with as much care as possible. He exited to the closet and grabbed something for her to wear whilst slipping on a pair of boxers so that he didn’t scare her with his member.

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Zhao Lifei woke up feeling the best she had ever felt in a really long time. She felt a soft, breathable material on her body and realized it was one of Yang Feng’s incredibly silky smooth cupro-fabric shirts. She was lying on his chest and one of his arms were loosely wrapped around her waist with his fingers spread across her lower back.

True to what he predicted, she woke up very sore, but it was less than what she anticipated. It seemed the hot towel, massage, and bath really helped after all. She sat up a bit straighter and was breathless by how suave he looked in the morning. She felt that nothing in this world could rival his sculptured features.

Her eyes examined his face with awe and fascination. The front part of his unkempt black hair, tousled from her fingers and a good night of sleep, cast a gentle shadow over his smooth forehead. She raised a finger and lightly traced over his straight nose then towards his cheeks where she gently cupped it and used her thumb to caress it. When her eyes lingered to his sinful lips, her face reddened again. He let out a small chuckle as she buried her face into his chest, smiling on his skin.

”I can get used to this every morning.” Yang Feng’s deep morning voice startled her. He was innocently playing with the ends of her slightly wavy and layered hair.

”Good morning.” She cooed, a tender smile on her face.

Yang Feng’s heart raced at the sight of her. Waking up to her every morning was like staring at a Goddess who descended from the Heaven to bless the mere mortals with her beauty. Her long hair cascaded down her back like a gentle waterfall, some parts resting over her shoulders. A few stray strands framed her heart-shaped face. Her eyes contained all of the wonders of the universe and no jewel in this world could rival her.

His heart swelled with adoration.

In a swift movement, he had pushed her onto the bed, enveloping her in a crushing hug. ”Goodness gracious, I love you so much.” He groaned, burying his face into her hair and breathing in her intoxicating scent. She was beginning to smell like him but in a very feminine and gentle way. He could smell yesterday’s lavender on her along with different floral scents mingled with his pine and citrus smell. What a delectable little thing she was.