Chapter 689: Chapter 689: The Stubborn Little Female and the Shameless Angel (02)
There was not a single hint of shame or embarrassment on his beautiful face; his expression was filled entirely with mischievous victory. "So, did you miss me... or did you miss this?"
Su Qinglan’s brain practically short-circuited. Her face was so hot she felt like she was going to spontaneously combust. She looked exactly like a ripe, red cherry tomato, her skin practically glowing with embarrassment.
"Y-You..." Su Qinglan stammered wildly, her tongue tripping over her words. She desperately tried to push her elbows back to create some distance, but he was like an immovable brick wall.
"What absolute nonsense are you talking about?! I-I don’t understand what you mean at all! Let me go!"
An Mo laughed out loud, his heart completely full. "Still not admitting it? Oh, my sweet Lanlan, why must you be so incredibly stubborn?"
Before she could utter another frantic protest, An Mo suddenly loosened his arms just enough to grip her hands.
With a swift, fluid motion, he swirled her entire body around in his grasp, forcing her to turn away from the cabinet and face him completely.
Su Qinglan gasped as her front instantly came into contact with his hard chest. She looked up, her lips slightly parted to scold him...
But before a single word could escape her mouth, An Mo suddenly dipped his head down with dizzying speed.
His lips slammed firmly against hers.
Su Qinglan let out a soft, muffled gasp of shock at the sudden impact. Seizing the exact moment her lips parted, An Mo didn’t hesitate for a fraction of a second.
He immediately thrust his tongue straight inside her mouth, invading her senses with a fierce, deep possessiveness that left her completely breathless.
The kiss instantly deepened, turning from a playful tease into a passionate, consuming fire.
An Mo’s arms wrapped tightly around her slim waist once more, lifting her slightly off her feet as he pulled her completely into his space, mapping out every curve of her body against his own.
An Mo finally broke the kiss, his chest heaving as he pulled back just an inch. Their ragged breathing mingled in the small space between them, warm and frantic.
He rested his forehead against hers, his eyes dark with a fierce, swirling intensity that seemed to consume the very air around them.
"Lanlan..." An Mo whispered, his voice breathless, carrying a raw vibration from the depths of his chest.
"I cannot wait to make you mine. From your soul to your body... I want to mark every single inch of your skin with my scent, so the entire world knows you belong to me."
He cupped her flushed face with his large, cool hands, his thumbs gently tracing her cheekbones with a reverence that bordered on worship.
"Every day I spent away from you was a torment," he murmured, his gaze locking onto her dazed, beautiful eyes.
"I used to think life in the upper domain was peaceful, but now I realise it was only emptying. But now, with you, I know the meaning of life. You are my light, Lan Lan. My heart only beats because you are in it. Let me wrap myself around your life, your breath, your everything."
The deep, heavy confession rang inside Su Qinglan’s mind. An Mo waited, his heart hammering violently against his ribs like a trapped beast.
Then, Su Qinglan shifted in his embrace. She reached up, her small hands sliding up his chest to wrap around the back of his neck, pulling him down slightly.
"Then mark me, Lord An Mo..." she whispered hoarsely right against his ear, her voice sweet and intoxicating.
Thump!
An Mo’s heart violently skipped a beat, trembling fiercely at the sheer impact of her words.
A sudden shiver ran down his entire spine. He hadn’t expected her to surrender so completely, to challenge his control with such a breathless, devastating invitation.
An Mo immediately buried his face deeply into her soft, lavender-scented hair, his entire body trembling violently as he held her tight against his chest.
"Lanlan... don’t. Please... I really can’t control myself right now," he rasped, his voice tight and filled with an extremely painful, breathless ache.
Su Qinglan was completely stunned, her hands freezing against his neck. Before she could even ask what was wrong, An Mo raised his head slightly, his golden eyes filled with agonising conflict as he looked down at her.
"Lanlan... I belong to the highest hierarchy of the God Clan," he revealed, his voice shaking with a heavy solemnity.
"And you... you will be my only future female master. Because of our bloodlines, our true mating bond cannot be completed here. We have to go to the Upper Domain first."
He gently lifted her small hand, pressing a desperate, reverent kiss onto her knuckles, his knuckles whitening as he squeezed his eyes shut to control the painful longing inside him.
Su Qinglan blinked in confusion, utterly stunned. "Why? Why must we wait for the Upper Domain?"
An Mo let out a ragged breath, leaning down to bury his face against her neck once again. "Whenever we finally go there... you will know, Lanlan. The laws of the world are different there."
He tightened his grip on her waist, almost groaning. It was a true, agonising torment for him.
To see her every single day, to feel her intoxicating warmth, and yet be forbidden by the laws of his ancient bloodline from fully claiming her...it was a torturous punishment.
Su Qinglan stared at his pained, frustrated expression, her heart softening with sympathy and realisation.
She tilted her head, asking cautiously, "So... we can’t fully mate before we go to the Upper Domain?"
An Mo nodded miserably, his shoulders slumping slightly.
"Then..." Su Qinglan’s lips curled into a slow, sly smile, a spark of playful defiance entering her eyes. "Can we do other things?"
An Mo nodded automatically, still trapped in his own heavy thoughts, completely failing to realise the hidden meaning behind her words.
But the very next second, his breath violently hitched. His swirling golden eyes flew wide open in absolute shock.
Gasp!
Su Qinglan’s soft, warm hands had slowly slid down his torso, boldly bypassing his belt and landing directly onto the burning heat hidden beneath his robes.
She leant up on her tiptoes, her lips brushing against his burning earlobe as she whispered in an extremely seductive, velvety tone, "Then... if Lord An Mo allows me... I would like to pleasure my future beast husband myself."
An Mo gasped out loud, his mind completely short-circuiting. "Lan... Lanlan..."
He looked down at her in pure, utter disbelief.
In the beast world, pleasuring was always a duty the males performed to satisfy and cherish their precious females. A female took; a male gave. He had never in his life heard of a female willingly offering to pleasure a male like this!
His instincts screamed at him to stop her, to protect her pure image, but as he looked into her beautiful eyes, he saw a mesmerising, ancient glow slowly revealing the deep, hypnotic power of the Fox clan.
The last wall of his defence crumbled into nothingness. With a low, surrendered groan, An Mo completely lost all strength to resist and surrendered himself entirely into her arms.
Huff~
A sharp gasp escaped his throat as her soft, delicate fingers firmly closed around his massive, rock-hard length.
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