Phoenix in the Moonlight

[Warning: This chapter contains adult themes and sexual content. If you don't wish to read it, please skip.]

"I don't mind if you call me anything. I am yours." He gulped when he heard that declaration. So bold and befitting her. He hadn't realized that women could garner such power. He hadn't known that someone could hold such influence over him.

Sensing his need to kiss her, she lifted her palms to his eyes and blinded him. Wang Yifeng was about to protest when he felt her soft lips against his. She deepened the kiss, pushing her tongue into his mouth and moaned quietly. It spurred him on. His hand started to undo her clothes. He didn't try hard or undress her completely, just to the point where he could get access to her womanhood.

The sounds she made on the contact of his fingers against her tender flesh made his member throb.

'What this woman does to me...'

"Tell me, my little bird, what did you cook for me?" He pushed aside the cloth covering her womanhood and massaged her pearl with his thumb while he slid two fingers inside of her. Her breathing hitched and her hand was gone from his eyes.

He blinked looking at her stunned eyes and chuckled.

Something had changed in him and he realized that suddenly. He was not looking for a quick release at the moment; he wanted to worship the woman in his arms, kiss her feet and pleasure her. Make her scream and watch her as she reaches climax.

The feeling was unsettling. Men didn't tie themselves to a woman willingly. They didn't worship the women who pleasured them. They were the man's for the taking.

He wanted to tie her to him.

"I can't think when Young Master touches me," she whispered.

'What was this new technique to torture her? Make her recite all the dishes while he pleasures her?'

"Come on, you can do it. Aren't you my clever little bird?" he taunted. She wanted to slap the smile off his place. The anger and pleasure came in continuity. She used her anger as fuel to clear her mind.

"Steamed mandarin fish, crab rolls, fried ringing bell and bird's nest soup," she tattled, her voice hoarse and soaked in pleasure.

"Good job," he praised, curling her fingers into her, pressing into the sweet spot that made her throw her head back. "Can you teach this young master how to cook it?" He laughed at her reaction.

"I can accompany Young Master to the kitchen right now if he wants. Practice is better than theory."

He removed his fingers from her and quickly licked his finger. She gasped and withdrew. How audacious. He truly had no qualms!

"Let's go then!" He waited for her to move from his lap, knowing that she would do no such thing. Her anger was that of a kitten scratching her owner and thinking it was a lion. He was pleasantly amused. He could see the anger and couldn't help but tease her further. "Come now, put on your clothes. Don't want lunch to be delayed further."

She harrumphed and grabbed his hand. He raised a brow and watched as she shamelessly placed it on her skin and moved to pleasure herself.

"That's quite bold of you." She couldn't read if he was pleased or angered. Xin looked deeply into his eyes and could see the lust.

"Take half of a mandarin segment and slice it into quarters and set aside. The other half needs to be chopped and mixed with scallions and lime zest. You must set it aside after seasoning it with salt and pepper." She quirked her brow at him and continued. "Brush the fillet of the fish with sesame oil and mix salt and pepper. Place the pieces of mandarin segments on it with chili paste, depending on how hot you want it to be." She pushed her hip forward, demanding that he continue his previous ministrations.

"In a steaming pot, pour the liquor, chicken broth, ginger, garlic, and soy sauce and bring it to a simmer. Place the fish in the steamed and cook through."

"Get up," he commands, completely seduced. How could she talk so calmly? What sorcery was this? "Hands on the desk," he said, breathing heavily. She obeyed, giggling and he gave her bottom a slight slap.

Because he wanted to.

Her bottom was full and pretty, probably the most beautiful bottom in the land, but how would he know? This was the first one he had ever seen.

"We can ask the kitchen for lunch," he mutters, pulling away his clothes. "But I need to be inside you first."

He thought about it for a second. He had spilled his seed in her before and would do the same thereafter. They could have children together. He… he hadn't thought about it before. It would tie her to him.