Wild Crazy Male Lead's Forced Love, You Don't Want, I Want!

99: Skin Thirst Actor 9When they returned to the villa after getting their marriage certificate, it was already completely dark.

The distant mountain silhouettes were outlined vaguely under the moonlight, and in the garden in front of the villa, firefly-like landscape lights swayed gently in the breeze.

The entire villa was lit with warm yellow wall lamps, and the large bed in the master bedroom was covered with fresh rose petals, glistening with a velvety sheen under the light.

Each petal was carefully selected, deep red intertwined with dark red, like a velvet carpet leading to happiness.

Wen Ci stood at the bedroom door, her fingertips lightly tracing the doorframe, her heart beating so fast it almost leaped out of her chest.

As soon as she stepped into the bedroom, Shen Ji gently embraced her from behind.

His chest pressed tightly against her back, his warm breath fanning her ear, carrying a faint fragrance.

”Wife,” his lips brushed her ear, his voice impossibly hoarse, ”You’re finally mine...”

That address made Wen Ci’s heart tremble.

She sensed his surging desire, turned, and wrapped her arms around his neck, deliberately rubbing her nose against his chin: ”Is Mr. Shen so impatient? The marriage certificate hasn’t even warmed up yet.”

Shen Ji’s eyes deepened, and he picked her up and placed her on the dressing table.

Wen Ci’s back pressed against the cool mirror, while his scorching body heat was in front of her; in the alternating cold and heat, she couldn’t help but shiver slightly.

The bottles and jars on the dressing table made a faint clinking sound, like a symphony playing for this moment.

”Ci Ci is mine, and only mine.” Shen Ji whispered, his fingertips lingering at her collar, his movements gentle yet carrying an undeniable possessiveness.

Wen Ci pressed his hand, noticing the turbulent emotions in his eyes, filled with long-suppressed desire and possessiveness, like a flood about to burst its banks.

She deliberately and slowly unfastened the Patek Philippe watch on his wrist, her fingertips subtly brushing his pulse: ”Such an expensive watch, it would be a shame to damage it, better take it off first...”

Before she finished speaking, Shen Ji directly took off his watch and tossed it aside. Amidst the crisp sound of metal hitting the floor, he carried her to the edge of the bed and knelt on one knee in front of her.

This posture forced Wen Ci to look down at him.

Shen Ji’s upturned face was filled with desire, the darkness in his eyes swirling into a sea; there was no trace of his usual dignified and reserved demeanor in public.

His Adam’s apple bobbed, his voice trembling: ”Ci Ci, may I?”

Wen Ci’s heart was struck by his appearance.

She cupped his face and placed a kiss on his brow: ”Mr. Shen, I am your wife, you can do anything you want tonight.”

These words were like a key unlocking a floodgate.

Shen Ji suddenly pressed her into the pile of petals, and the rose fragrance instantly exploded in the air, sweet and intoxicating.

In her dizziness, Wen Ci felt his hand protecting the back of her head, while his other hand was unzipping her dress from behind.

His fingertips were calloused, each touch like an electric current, making her entire body go soft.

”Wait...” she panted softly, her voice already tinged with a delicate softness, ”Diamonds... there are still diamonds on the bed...”

Shen Ji directly flipped over the bedsheet, and priceless gems scattered across the floor with a clatter, reflecting dazzling light under the moonlight.

He chuckled at Wen Ci’s shocked gaze, his nose brushing her collarbone: ”I’ll buy you new ones tomorrow, as many as you want.”

Truly... rich and willful.

When Shen Ji’s hand finally touched her waist, both of them let out a satisfied sigh at the same time.

His palm was scorching hot, like a wildfire, igniting her skin inch by inch.

Wen Ci’s fingers tangled in his thick hair, feeling his kisses tracing her neck, sometimes soft as a feather, sometimes firm, leaving his mark.

”Shen Ji...” she called out in a soft moan, her voice already tinged with a sob.

”Say it again.” He propped himself above her, fine beads of sweat seeping from his temples and sliding down his chiseled jawline, ”My name.”

Wen Ci looked into his deep eyes, the emotions swirling within them almost drowning her.

She raised her hand to caress his reddened eye corners, her fingertips tracing his thick eyelashes, and whispered: ”Shen Ji...”

He leaned down and kissed her lips, a kiss both tender and forceful, as if pouring all his love into it.

Moonlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the bed, outlining their intertwined figures, stretching their shadows long and far.

”Say you’re mine.” Shen Ji suddenly tightened his arms, his voice hoarse beyond recognition, with a hint of an almost imperceptible vulnerability.

”Shen Ji... I am... I am yours...”

Until the very end, Shen Ji still held her tightly, unwilling to let go, as if afraid she would disappear if he did.

Wen Ci leaned exhaustedly against his shoulder, hearing his low, muffled voice in her ear: ”I’m so happy, Ci Ci.”

Suddenly, she felt a warm liquid fall on her skin; Shen Ji was crying.

This realization tightened her heart, and she gently ran her fingers through his sweat-dampened hair: ”Shen Ji, I’m also very happy...”

”Ci Ci.” His voice was muffled, with a hint of uncertainty, ”My illness, will you...”

”No.” Wen Ci interrupted him, cupped his face, and looked into his moist eyes, ”Never, I will always be with you, and I will accept everything about you.”

Shen Ji looked at her steadily for a few seconds, then suddenly rolled out of bed.

Wen Ci was puzzled, but then saw him take out the two marriage certificates from his suit’s inner pocket and carefully place them on the nightstand, even adjusting the angle to ensure he would see them first thing upon waking.

”This way, I can see it as soon as I wake up.” He returned to bed and pulled her into his arms, his voice filled with a childlike satisfaction, ”To prove you’re not a dream.”

Wen Ci’s nose stung, and she snuggled into his embrace. Shen Ji’s familiar scent made her feel incredibly secure; it was his unique smell, a blend of faint woody notes and the recent hormones of passion, making her inhale deeply.

His fingers gently caressed her skin, over and over, as if confirming her existence. From her shoulders to her arms, then to her waist, he didn’t miss an inch.

So happy.

His Ci Ci, finally belonged to him.

This touch was too comfortable and pleasant.

Just as Wen Ci was drifting off to sleep, she suddenly felt Shen Ji’s fingers becoming restless again, gently caressing her waist.

”Shen Ji...” she protested sleepily, her voice impossibly soft, ”I’m so tired...”

Shen Ji chuckled and bit her earlobe, his warm, moist breath fanning her sensitive ear: ”Wife, you don’t have to move. This is the last time... Oh, what should you call me?”

”Husband...” she mumbled in a daze, her voice trailing off, with a hint of coquetry.

”Such a good girl.” His voice was full of doting affection.

As the faint morning light streamed into the bedroom through the gap in the curtains, Shen Ji was pressing her against the floor-to-ceiling window.

The cool glass against her back formed a stark contrast with the man’s scorching body heat in front of her.

Wen Ci protested weakly, her fingers pressing against his firm chest: ”Liar... You said...”

Shen Ji kissed her neck and chuckled, his voice filled with satiety: ”Mrs. Shen, your husband’s ’last time’ needs to be redefined.”