Chapter 111
Just as James's lips were about to touch mine, I suddenly snapped back to reality and pushed him away hard. My chest heaved violently, and my cheeks burned hot enough to catch fire.
I turned my face away, not daring to look into his eyes, my voice hoarse with panic: "James, don't mess around!"
The air inside the car was scorching hot. James's breathing was heavy and burning, his eyes filled with desire so thick it couldn't dissolve, locked onto me.
Before I could react, he leaned down and captured my lips fiercely, his force rough yet filled with extreme urgency. His tongue forcefully pried open my teeth, tangling with mine in a relentless dance.
"Want to continue?"
His voice was hoarse. His large hand gripped my waist, pulling me into his embrace. His burning palm pressed against the fabric, making me tremble. His kisses moved down along my jawline, landing on the sensitive spot on my neck, biting and teasing.
"Say something."
My whole body went weak. I clutched his shirt collar, my fingertips trembling, only able to repeat hoarsely: "James, we can't..."
My mind held onto the last shred of reason—this was in the car, we couldn't do this.
He let out a low laugh from his throat, carrying a predatory tone. His palm moved upward, and everywhere his fingertips touched on my body ignited with fire.
His other hand gripped my chin, forcing me to look up at him. His eyes burned with an intensity that could consume everything: "Give yourself to me, okay?"
As his words fell, he covered my lips again. This kiss had less roughness and more lingering tenderness, yet still carried an undeniable possessiveness.
Inside the car, only our entangled breathing and suppressed gasps remained.
His hand slipped under the hem of my clothes. His palm was burning hot, scorching my waist and abdomen, setting my entire body on fire.
My back pressed against the cool seat, while in front was his suffocating hot chest.
The contrast between cold and hot muddled my consciousness. My breathing trembled. My hand gripping his shirt loosened and tightened again, knuckles white, not daring to let go.
I wanted to push away yet craved this burning support, like clutching the only driftwood while drowning.
When his fingertips grazed the sensitive parts of my body, tingling currents instantly shot through my entire being.
My spine arched involuntarily, toes curled, soft moans escaped my throat, only to be bitten back as I clamped down on my lip.
My nose was filled with his fresh scent mixed with humid warmth, making my whole body go weak, reason slowly being stripped away, fingertips trembling slightly.
Outside the window, neon lights blurred into hazy patches through the mist, traffic sounds distant as if separated by a veil.
The heat inside the car grew more intense.
He held my waist, pulling me tightly into his embrace. The entanglement of lips and teeth became more lingering, breathing and heartbeats completely chaotic, melting into a scorching tide.
Fabric slipped away, and the moment skin touched skin, all tension dissolved into soft surrender, subtle tremors spreading across the skin.
Every touch carried a burning itch, gasps and moans swallowed in the shifting kisses.
Outside, light and shadow flickered, reflecting overlapping silhouettes. Inside the car, only humid breath and intertwined breathing remained.
I don't know how long passed. When the heat faded, my whole body felt sore and weak, leaning against him. His hand rested on my waist as he panted slightly.
Once I calmed down, I felt somewhat embarrassed, my heart chaotic and angry. How could I not have held back from having sex with him?
James gently pinched my chin: "What are you shy about? We're married. Doing this kind of thing is perfectly normal, isn't it?"
"James, look where we are! If you have no shame, I still do!" After saying this, I bit down on his shoulder.
It's all his fault for seducing me. I wonder if anyone saw what just happened?
The more I thought about it, the hotter my face became. I wished I could hide right now and see no one.
James chuckled, coaxing me good-naturedly: "I was impulsive. I apologize to you, I'm sorry."
I bit my lip and said irritably: "Now you know to say sorry? What were you doing earlier? I told you to stop..."
"How can you blame me? You were so tempting, you drove me crazy. How could I stop?" James's lips pressed against my ear. With every word he spoke, his lips seemed to kiss me.
My face flushed hot instantly.
I didn't respond to him, and the car fell quiet again.
After a long while, once the heat on my face faded again, I reached with trembling hands to straighten my clothes.
But my clothes were unwearable. I glared at James: "This is all your fault!"
James noticed my look: "Sorry, I'll buy you a new outfit."
"Shut up!" I scolded him in embarrassment and anger. "Don't say another word."
James picked up his suit jacket and draped it over me: "Wear this for now."
I put it on and buttoned it up: "You go buy me clothes right now, immediately!"
I commanded him as if it were perfectly natural.
James kissed my face: "Wait for me a bit."
I ground my back teeth: "Get lost!"
James got out to buy clothes, and he was pretty quick about it.
I changed into the clothes and ordered him in a hoarse voice again: "Take me home."
James started the car, which slowly pulled away from the bar entrance.
Throughout the journey, we didn't speak again, only the sound of the car moving.
I leaned against the car window, watching the night scenery rapidly retreating outside, my mind full of images from earlier, my heart tangled like a mess.
The car soon arrived downstairs at my place. I unbuckled my seatbelt, wanting to push open the door and get out.
But James pressed down on my hand first: "Wait, won't you invite me up to rest for a bit?"
"I have no obligation to let you rest at my place." I tried to pull my hand back, but he wouldn't let go.
"I'm a bit thirsty and want some water." He completely ignored what I said, unbuckling his seatbelt on his own and opening the door to get out.
"James, do you know that trespassing is illegal!" I tried to catch up, but my legs were as weak as noodles, and I pitched forward.
Just as my head was about to hit the ground, James turned back and caught me.
He picked me up: "See, without me, you can't even walk properly."
I laughed coldly: "Why don't you say who caused me to be like this?"
"So aren't I here to make amends?" He tossed me up in his arms, scaring me into clutching his neck tightly.
He carried me upstairs, opened the door, and walked skillfully to the living room, setting me down on the sofa.
"Your neck needs more medicine." He pulled out that tube of ointment from somewhere and applied it gently.
I felt his breath falling on my neck, warm, making me uncomfortable all over. I could only sit there stiffly, not daring to move.
He clearly noticed: "Why are you so tense?"
I answered: "It's a bit itchy." He was rubbing too gently.
After applying the medicine, he got up to boil water.
I was a bit incredulous: "You really just came up to drink water?"
He turned around, a teasing smile on his lips: "What else did you think?"
I coughed and urged him, "Leave as soon as you finish drinking."
"Not leaving." He propped one hand on the table, fingers lightly tapping the surface, making sounds.
I swallowed: "What did you say?"