Burning Desire (1V1H) - Episode 4: Wicked Beyond Limits

Episode 4: Wicked Beyond Limits 

His tone was lazy. But his hand slyly slid half an inch up her thigh. 

Shen Yue trembled. Her ears were red as bl00d. 

“You… let go,” 

She stammered. 

This man was utterly shameless. He got aroused in a movie theater! 

Huo Cheng chuckled. He obediently pulled his hand back. But he deliberately brushed his fingertips across the inside of her knee. 

Shen Yue was about to snap. But the movie’s opening sound blared, the booth darkened, and the screen lit up. 

She held back. She instinctively gripped her cola. She forced her focus to the screen. Yet, her skin still burned with his lingering warmth. 

She sat ramrod straight. She was like a startled animal ready to bolt. 

The man beside her lounged casually. His gaze faintly traced her profile. His lips were slightly curved. The screen played a steamy, atmospheric love scene. It had the leads kissing passionately. Sound effects were intimate and vivid. Light and shadow were flickering. 

Shen Yue turned her face away. Her ears were burning hot. 

“What’re you nervous about?” 

Huo Cheng leaned closer. His voice was low and husky. As if not to disturb the passionate couple onscreen. 

“It’s just a movie, not like… we haven’t done it.” 

He laughed softly. His Adam’s apple was bobbing. Shen Yue froze. She whipped her head to meet his deep, unreadable eyes. 

“You… what nonsense are you spouting?”

She hissed, nearly standing. But he lazily pinned her wrist. 

“Nonsense?” 

Huo Cheng raised an eyebrow. His tone was idle. 

“You were moaning so wantonly that night… begging me to go harder.” 

“Stop talking,” 

Shen Yue forced her voice to stay cold. But her wavering gaze betrayed her. She felt like a pot of boiling water, bubbling over. 

“Don’t squirm.” 

His hot breath grazed her ear. His voice was raspy like sandpaper. His palm slid onto her thigh. It traced from her knee upward. It was following a familiar path under her skirt. 

“Huo Cheng… you’re insane…”

She cursed furiously. But her voice trembled. The sound trailed off weakly. 

“Hm? Just helping you review,” 

He said breezily. His fingertips slipped under her skirt. They grazed the sensitive curve of her thigh, taunting her. As if retracing a memory with practiced ease. 

Shen Yue jolted like she’d been shocked. Her slim frame was pressed against his scorching chest. Her lips were bitten red. 

“You… you’re too much…”

She muttered. Her cheeks were fully flushed. Her voice was airy and devoid of menace. 

Huo Cheng tilted his head. His eyes narrowed with a lazy smile. His teasing hand lingered under her skirt. He was testing her limits unhurriedly. 

“Relax,” 

He murmured, leaning down. His thin lips brushed her earlobe. 

“We’ve got over an hour left. 

Shen Yue, why are you so wet? Did the dripping water get you earlier?” 

His voice was low. It feigned innocent curiosity. But every word dripped with malicious teasing. 

Shen Yue’s face burned red. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears. 

“Shut… shut up…” 

She gritted her teeth. She glared. And she punched his leg. But it was only for him to grab her wrist and kiss it lightly. 

Shen Yue was too embarrassed to speak. Her ears were scalding. Her eyes were faintly red. 

But Huo Cheng’s fingers didn’t stop. They were inching further. They slid along her inner thigh. His touch was gentle but set her nerves on edge. 

His fingertips lifted the fabric. They were grazing a deeper, sensitive spot. Shen Yue shuddered. She instinctively clamped her legs shut. 

The air froze for half a second. 

Huo Cheng’s hand was trapped, unmoving. He raised an eyebrow. He glanced at her. His eyes sparked with fire. 

Shen Yue realized her mistake. Her face was blazing. She wanted to move but feared making it worse. So she stayed rigid, her breathing quick. 

“…Did you just trap me?” 

Huo Cheng’s voice was low. 

Shen Yue glared. Her eyes were teary. She refused to speak. 

Huo Cheng grinned like he’d found a grand joke. His eyes crinkled. 

“Do that again, and I’ll think you’re doing it on purpose… seducing me.” 

His voice was soft. It almost blended with the movie’s sensual gasps. His lips were still curved in a smile. 

…Wicked beyond limits. 

When the end credits rolled and the lights came on, Shen Yue finally slid off his lap. She stumbled and nearly fell. 

“Legs weak?” 

Huo Cheng’s tone was lazy. It was half-mocking, half-concerned. 

Shen Yue shot him a fierce glare. She was unable to retort. And she marched forward. Her steps were shaky but stubborn. 

Huo Cheng stood, stretched lazily, and shed his playful grin. His usual cool demeanor returned. Though a trace of amusement lingered in his eyes. 

He draped his jacket over his shoulders. His hands were in pockets. He then trailed her at a distance. His lips held a faint curve as he watched her hurry away. His expression was calm but his mouth twitched upward slightly.