Burning Desire (1V1H) - Episode 15: Desire (H)

Episode 15: Desire (H) 

His fingertips traced down her collarbone. They slowly outlined her delicate curves. Shen Yue was both shy and angry. She felt her body burn as if scorched. She was unable to escape. 

He coaxed her softly. His hot breath was grazing her ear. 

“Why so nervous? It’s not the first time I’ve touched you.” 

He gazed down at her. His thumb lazily slid from her collarbone downward, as if savoring prey. Deliberate yet ready to tear her apart. 

Shen Yue struggled lightly. The loose shirt collar was slipping lower. It exposed half her pale br3ast. It was trembling as if silently inviting him. 

Huo Cheng’s eyes darkened. His fingers dipped lower. They were pinching her inner thigh through thin fabric. Shen Yue gasped. She instinctively tried to close her legs. But he held her more firmly. 

“Don’t hide.” 

His voice was low and coaxing. 

“Be good.” 

He tossed the shirt to the floor. He leaned down. His teeth were sinking into the softest part of her chest he’d longed for. He bit and nibbled fiercely. His rough tongue was scraping her tender n1pple. Shen Yue shook her head. She was trying to dodge. But his head buried in her chest felt more real. It was more intense than memory. 

A mix of sharp pain and tingling shot up her spine. Shen Yue moaned. Her fingers unconsciously gripped his hair. 

“Mmm… ah… no… Huo Cheng…” 

He sucked noisily. As if annoyed by her interruption, he pinned her hands to the sheets. Shen Yue was helpless. She clutched the fabric. Her knuckles whitened. He bit her lip to stifle embarrassing sounds. 

Huo Cheng was like a furnace. He ignited her body bit by bit—ears, collarbone, n1pples, spreading inch by inch. Shen Yue trembled. Her face was flushed red. 

“Holding back?” 

He licked his lips. He was controlling her movements with one hand. 

“Or is it too good, hm?” 

He kissed her trembling neck. He sucked lightly. Shen Yue lost her voice. Her lips were pursed. But soft whimpers escaped. 

Her br3asts swelled red from his attention. Her thighs were slick with moisture. Her calves were quivering. He kissed her. His fingers were sliding between her legs. They lazily rubbed the drenched, soft flesh. 

“So wet and you still say no?” 

Pinned to the bed, Shen Yue struggled but had nowhere to flee. 

Huo Cheng watched her. His gaze was deep and dark. He suddenly tugged his shirt off. Buttons scattered. They clattered dully on the carpet. 

His bare torso was strikingly defined—broad shoulders, sharp collarbone, lean muscles, each ab meticulously carved. His low-slung pants traced a seductive V-line, disappearing beneath.  They were impossible to look away from. 

Shen Yue stared. Her breath caught. She instinctively shrank back. Her heart was pounding. 

He chuckled lowly. He unhurriedly undid his pants. He leaned down. His palm was pressing her waist. It forced her against his scorching abs. 

“So wet…” 

His voice was hoarse. It was tinged with playful wickedness. 

Pleased by her distraction, he nibbled her earlobe. He teasingly pressed down. Shen Yue jolted like she’d been shocked. A soft moan escaped her red lips. 

As if determined to make her yield, his fingers slipped into her soft, wet folds. They circled slowly. They were teasing and stroking. Shen Yue’s breathing quickened. Her eyes reddened. 

He laughed, coaxing, 

“Be good, baby, or it’ll hurt later.” 

His fingers gently probed. They found her swollen, heated core. They circled it slowly and lightly. 

“Ah…! No… mm…” 

Shen Yue whimpered. She was clutching the sheets. Her waist trembled as if about to cry. 

Huo Cheng gazed at her flushed, wet state. His strong hand was gripping her slender waist. It pinched slowly. His voice was hoarse and wicked. 

“Crying already? I haven’t even started.” 

His fingers slid inside her. They teased shallowly. Each move was gentle yet cruel. Shen Yue was driven to the edge. She sobbed and writhed. But he held her firmly, unyielding. 

He moved his fingers slowly in and out. He was deliberately keeping her on edge, denying release. 

Shen Yue was breathless. She softened completely. Tears were sliding from her eyes. They wetted her long lashes. 

“Huo Cheng…” 

Her voice trembled. It carried an aggrieved sob. It was far from her usual cool demeanor. 

His eyes darkened. He leaned down to kiss her swollen, burning lips. 

“Hm? What do you want to say?” 

She covered her face. 

“Don’t do this… ugh…” 

He chuckled. His fingers deliberately teased her sensitive spot. It drew her moans higher. 

“Tell me, or how would I know?” 

He nibbled her hot ear. He coaxed softly. 

“What does my baby want me to do, hm?” 

Shen Yue held back. Her face was red. But under his slow teasing, she couldn’t take it anymore. She moaned shakily. 

“Huo Cheng… stop… please…” 

His eyes darkened dangerously. He cursed under his breath. He lifted her limp body. He set her astride his lap. 

“So obedient earlier, and you’d have suffered less.” 

His words fell. One hand was gripping her slender waist. He then thrust upward suddenly— 

His hot, hard desire plunged into her soaked core without warning. 

“Ah—!” 

Shen Yue cried out. Tears were spilling. She collapsed limply in his arms. Her fingers were digging into his strong shoulders. 

“Too much… you… get out…” 

He kneaded her hips. 

“Fvck… Shen Yue… so tight… relax…” 

He lifted her hips. He thrust hard and deep. Each move was fierce. As if intending to ruin her on the bed. 

“Ah… wait… too deep… stop, ahh…” 

He gripped her waist. He was driving into her depths. His length ruthlessly claimed every corner. It brought terrifying pleasure. 

“Ah, ahh… Huo Cheng… slower… ugh…” 

Shen Yue sobbed softly. She was clinging to his shoulders. He barely restrained himself from finishing. He paused to nibble her n1pple. 

“Slower? Can you handle that?”