25. The Depths of Passion
Chapter twenty-five
The Depths of Passion
Lei
If Moni thought she was walking out of this hidden place without me taking her—claiming her completely—then she was out of her damn mind.
The very thought made my jaw clench, my hands itching to tear her gown off.
But still, I waited, biding my time like a predator stalking its prey. Patience wasn’t my strong suit, not when it came to her, but tonight. . .tonight, I’d let her come to me.
I stood there, watching her as the fireflies danced around us, their soft glow illuminating her face.
Her lips were swollen from my kiss. Her chest rose and fell as if she was catching her breath from the intensity of it all.
God, she is beautiful.
I looked down at her hand, wearing my ring and grinned.
She’s all mine.
Then, Moni spoke. “No. . .I’m not hungry.”
“Are you sure?”
“Lei. . .I’m just thinking about how serious tonight is.”
“It is serious. It’s a battle to the death.”
“Don’t say that.”
“It’s true.”
“But. . .you can’t die.”
“I won’t. I just wanted you to know that I’m well aware of the seriousness of tonight, yet. . .” I tilted my head to the side. “I still want to fuck you. Right here. Right now.”
She licked her lips.
“I’m sure Chen is searching for me now.”
“Thank God he doesn’t know about this place.”
“And he never will.” I kissed her again, slower this time. Pouring everything I couldn’t say into the press of my lips.
A soft moan left her.
My hands slid down her back, pulling her impossibly closer, until I could feel the steady beat of her heart against my chest.
There’s no need to wait for her answer. She wants my cock as bad as I want to give it to her.
Soon, I was unzipping that spectacular gown hugging her body.
Even more fireflies came over and swirled around us like tiny golden stars.
Without breaking the kiss, I eased her down, lowering us onto my jacket and her fur.
The flowers beneath us seemed to hum with life.
She straddled me.
The top of her gown fell away and revealed her satin blue strapless bra.
I reached my hand up and trailed my fingers along the tops of her breasts. “Maybe we should try to escape. I now don’t care about the battle.”
She grinned. “I know how to run. I’m down to run away.”
“You think we can live somewhere on these mountains?”
“I’m ride or die, Lei. I would try if you wanted it. I would just need a bird or something to send messages to my sisters.”
Chuckling, I traced the curve of her collarbone with my fingertips.
She trembled under my touch and then slowly, she reached behind and unclasped the bra, allowing it to fall away.
Damn.
I grunted and stared down at those perfect breasts, round and full with those dark nipples begging to be sucked.
Old man. . .you thought I would let you have her? You truly would have had to kill me tonight.
Our lips met again.
And this kiss was everything.
So sensual.
So full of passion and desire.
Not breaking that kiss, I began playing with her breasts, caressing the fullness and memorizing each curve like it was a map leading me to untold treasure.
She gasped against my mouth.
I played with one stiff nipple, rubbing the sides and pinching it a little.
She leaned back and rubbed her pussy against me. “Damn, Lei.”
“I want to fuck you bad.” I flicked her nipple. “Why did you think I would have us rush back to the feast?”
“I forgot who I was with.”
“Never forget that.”
“Take your cock out.”
I licked my lips. “You want to ride it?”
“You know I do.”
“I’m already pussy whipped.”
“And I’m clearly cock-whipped. So be it.” She reached for my waist.
Slowly, agonizingly slowly, she undid the remaining buttons and yanked my pants open.
I had to shift a little for my boxer briefs to come down enough to free my cock, but as soon as I did, she wrapped her warm hand around my length.
“Mmmm.” I inhaled sharply as she began to stroke me. “Goddamn it.”
She knew exactly what it would take to drive me to the edge without pushing me completely over. “You like when I touch your cock like this?”
“You see that ring on your fucking finger?”
Chuckling, she slipped her hand up to the mushroomed tip and squeezed. “This cock is mine now.”
“It was always yours, well before the ring.”
“But now it’s official.”
“ Very official.” I groaned and reached for her again, drawing her back against me so her breasts were pressed to my chest and her softness was molded against my hardness.
She gasped as my hands dove under the layers of the gown, searching for her panties.
When I found the sides, there was no battle just ripping of fabric.
She laughed. “I could have got up and took the panties off, Lei.”
“No.” I tore them away some more and slung them to the side. “I like the idea of you sitting in the stands tonight and watching me battle with no panties on.”
Worry hit her gaze. “Don’t think about that when you’re fighting.”
“Thinking about your bare pussy out in the audience will guarantee my win.”
She blinked. “I’m being serious.”
“I’m being serious too.”
I slipped my hands between her thighs forcing her to lift a little and then I was fondling that tender clit.
“Oh.”
My voice grew heavy with desire. “Why are you already so wet? Was it the ring that soaked your pussy?”
“I-it was everything.”
“Yeah?” I dove my fingers into that warm wetness and began finger fucking her.
“L-lei. . .” She rolled her hips in rhythm with my fingers’ insistent strokes.
“You’re going to ride my cock hard?”
“Yes, baby.”
“Pussy whip me some more?”
She chuckled.
I flicked that clit.
She jerked in pleasure.
The crown tilted on her head and she raised her hands up to move it.
“No.” I licked my lips. “Keep that on. I like fucking you while you wear that crown.”
“Something is wrong with you.” She placed her hands back on me.
I growled. “Get on my cock.”
“Say, please Mountain Mistress.”
That yanked out a smile from me. “Please. . .Mountain Mistress.”
“Good job.” She leaned down to capture my lips with hers. The kiss was slow, intense, a promise of the earth-shattering pleasure to come.
I closed my eyes, unable to deal with how good that mouth and those breasts against me felt.
Soon, I could feel her rising up on her knees and positioning her pussy over my cock.
Fuck yes.
Then she was sinking down onto my cock.
Dear God.
She was tight.
So unbelievably tight and I had to fight the urge to thrust up into her.
She rose up and when she slowly moved down on my cock. Every particle of my being trembled with sensual anticipation.
Damn it. I won’t be able to fight anything after this. This pussy is going to drain me of all my energy.
Slowly, she started moving in a tantalizing rhythm that drove me wild. She set the pace, rising up before sinking back down onto my cock, taking me in inch by torturous inch until I was fully seated within her.
“Goddamn it,” I gritted my teeth and clutched her hips. “Have some mercy on me.”
She chuckled as if she thought I was playing.
"Oh God, Moni."
Her movements became more urgent, more demanding—and somehow, I began to match her, stroke for stroke.
Fireflies continued their enchanting dance around us, oblivious to our panting and sweating.
I stared up at Moni's face—illuminated by their glow—and she threw her head back in ecstasy.
Goddamn. Will she truly be my wife? Will I really be that lucky?
I moved one hand to her breast and squeezed it. “Fuck yes. I love this pussy.”
“You love it?”
“God yes.”
“Oh.”
The sight of her, lost in the moment, took my breath away.
Those breasts bounced as her movements quickened.
Tears shimmered in her eyes but they didn’t fall.
And then, her rhythm became frantic, her body moving against mine like a storm—wild, unyielding, and utterly mesmerizing. The tight heat of her pussy wrapped around my cock, pulling me deeper with every thrust, every rise and fall.
My grip on her hips tightened as if I could somehow tether myself to this moment, to her, to us.
“Oh, Moni.”
“Lei. . .”
“I don’t want this to end. . .”
“Me either. . .
The sound of her breathless moans filled the night air, mingling with the hum of crickets and the soft, distant murmur of the river below.
Each sound sent shockwaves of pleasure through me, intensifying the heat coiling in my core.
Her head tilted back, exposing the elegant curve of her neck, and the fireflies swirled around us, casting golden light over her flushed brown skin.
She was a vision—a crowned goddess illuminated by nature itself, her beauty so staggering it stole the air from my lungs.
“Moni,” I groaned, my voice breaking under the weight of the pleasure building between us. “You’re. . .you’re my everything.”
Her eyes fluttered open, locking onto mine, dark and glazed with desire. “Lei. . .”
Her voice trembled. “I’m so close…”
“Me too, but I want you to let go first. I want to feel you lose yourself all over my cock.”
Slowly riding me, twisting those hips, she leaned forward and brushed her lips over mine in a kiss that was as much a promise as it was a surrender. “Take me there, baby.”
“Yes, Mountain Mistress.” My hands slid to her waist, guiding her movements as her pace quickened, her body grinding against mine with a frantic urgency.
Those breasts deliciously bounced.
“Fuckkk.” I could feel her trembling, the telltale quiver of her thighs, the way her breath hitched and her moans turned into soft, breathy cries.
“Oh. Oh.”
“There you go, baby.” I lifted, capturing her lips in a searing kiss as her body began to shatter around me.
“Oh, Lei.” She broke apart. “Oh!”
That cry spilling from her lips sent a rush of pride and possessiveness surging through me. Her pussy’s wet, satiny walls tightened around my cock, squeezing me in a way that sent stars bursting in my head.
“Moni,” I groaned and let my head fall back as the wave of her climax yanked me under too, dragging me into the depths of my own release.
Fuck yes.
We moved together, our bodies locked in a rhythm that was timeless, infinite, conspired by the universe.
The world around us dissolved.
There was no mountain.
No fireflies.
No battle waiting on the horizon.
There was only her, only us, only the way we fit together so perfectly that I knew it was fate.
I came hard into her, my cock buried deep into that wet pussy.
“Ohhh!” I spilled into that unbearable lush heat, her pussy milking me for everything I had. “Damn you! Oh God!”
It wasn’t just sex—it was something darker, deeper, a wild need that gripped me by the throat and wouldn’t let go.
My release further tore through me, leaving me shuddering as more cum shot out.
What was it about a woman’s body that could ruin a man, make him lose himself completely?
That soft, warm wetness, so inviting, so consuming, like a deadly temptress.
Moni’s pussy made me forget who I was, what I’d done in my life, and what I still had to do.
In those moments, there was nothing but Moni—her body taking all of me, her cries echoing in my ears, her nails raking down my back as if she wanted to mark me just as much as I wanted to mark her.
I groaned, low and guttural, my hands gripping her hips as I thrust one last time, burying myself so deep that I swore I could feel her heartbeat against the tip of my cock.
“Fuck, Moni.” I fell back and lay on the ground, absolutely spent.
“Mmmm.” She collapsed against me.
The crown fell off her head and tumbled to the ground.
Her skin was damp and warm against mine. My arms wrapped around her, holding her close as we both fought to catch our breath.
For a long moment, neither of us spoke.
The only sounds were the soft hum of the night and the steady thrum of our hearts, beating in unison.
“I love you,” I whispered.
“I love you too.”
The fireflies continued their dance around us.
I relished in the warmth of her body pressed against mine. It was so comforting and consuming all at once.
Her soft weight lay sprawled over me, her breaths shallow and rhythmic as she rested her head on my chest.
My cock was still buried inside her, softened now, but neither of us moved to break the connection.
It felt too sacred, too raw, to let go just yet.
I let my fingers drift over her scalp, the smoothness surprising me, grounding me in a moment I hadn’t expected to feel so tender. “You shaved all the newly grown hair?”
“My attendants did.”
I raised an eyebrow, though she couldn’t see it. “You had attendants?”
“Yes.”
“Did you like that?”
She shifted slightly against me and her breath brushed over my collarbone. “It’s odd. I don’t know if I can get used to it.”
“You will.” I slipped my fingers over her head, enjoying the smoothness. “I don’t want you to ever have to lift a finger for anything, Moni. Not even to wash yourself.”
She laughed softly, and the sound vibrated through me like music, but then it faltered, turning heavy with sadness.
She lifted her head.
My chest tightened at the emotion swirling in her brown eyes. “Lei. . .are you ready to fight your father?”
“I am.” The answer came without hesitation, though the weight of it settled like a stone in my gut.
“However. . .” My throat tightened. “Do you know why I gave you that ring tonight?”
She widened her eyes. “Why?”
I brushed my thumb over her cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my touch. “Because if I die tonight—”
“Don’t.” Tears welled in her eyes, glistening like two tiny diamonds. “Don’t talk like that. Don’t even fucking say it.”
“I have to,” I slipped my thumb down to her bottom lip and traced it. “If I died tonight, I needed you to know—without a doubt—that you have my heart. I just. . .needed you to know that I wanted you to be my wife and. . .the mother of my kids. . .”
A single tear escaped, sliding down her cheek, and I caught it with my thumb. “Before I left the Palace, I signed my legacy away to you. Even if my father wins, the throne is yours to share with your sisters—”
“My sisters?”
“Their names are there, right in my will. My aunts, Chen, Duck, Dima, Banks, and even Marcelo served as official witnesses. We did this under the very law my father wrote. He would honor it—”
“Y-you’re not going to die—”
“Still, it would be irresponsible to not make sure your sisters and you weren’t protected, if I did—”
“Lei.” Desperation hit her voice. “Let’s run away. Right now. Please, I’m begging you. I—”
“That’s not who I am, Moni. I wasn’t taught to run away. I was always taught to barrel towards the danger and face death no matter how much it scared me.”
“But. . .”
“When the battle begins—”
“Lei, you don’t have to—”
“Listen to me.”
She pursed her lips.
“When the battle begins, stay close to Chen and Hu, along with your ladies-in-waiting. They already know to make sure you can see the battle, but never get to close—”
“What the fuck does that mean?”
“It means that I know my future wife well enough—”
“If he comes close to killing you, I am coming over there—”
“You will not leave the stands.” I scowled. “Do you understand?”
“I can’t sit there and watch you die.”
“Stay in the stands. Maybe, I’m not dying in that moment. Perhaps, I’m letting him think I am and then flip him over or something.”
“Or something?”
“Stay in the stands. If you come out there on the battlefield, I will be distracted. You will have all my attention and he will kill me without hesitation. Do you understand?”
Her bottom lip quivered.
“Moni?”
“Y-yes.”
“Stay in your seat. Don’t try to help.”
More tears left her eyes as she lay her head back down on my chest. "Fine."
“I love you.” I cradled her in my arms.
And there she shivered as she sobbed against my chest so much that her tears began to soak my skin.
Dear God, if I die, protect her.
I held her tighter.
My throat burned with unshed emotion.
I wouldn’t shed a tear or allow myself to be sad anymore.
I’d done what I needed.
I told her all the things that were in my heart.
Now it was time to harden myself for the battle ahead.
My mind could no longer think about love, marriage, or the future.
All I could ponder was death and blood as I tilted my head up and gazed at the starry sky.
Will I finally kill him?