The Villain And His Sweet Wife

"Are you nervous?" Yuan Bojing asked her.

"A little."​​

"Don't be," he kissed between her brows.

"I trust you."

Yuan Bojing kissed her again before he pulled away, realizing what he needed. "I need a condom."

Long Xia chewed on her lower lip. "Reach for the drawer of my nightstand."

Yuan Bojing arched a brow, wondering why she had one.

"I stole one from one of my brother's stash," she shrugged. "Can never be too prepared."

"Horny teenagers," he rolled his eyes.

Yuan Bojing grabbed for the condom and slipped it on. He then returned to her body, chest against chest.

He kissed her, fumbling into the right position as he slid inside her, her wetness easing him in.

He groaned. She moaned.

He pulled out and pushed forward, and Long Xia bit her lip. "It hurts…a bit."

Yuan Bojing's face fell. "I'm sorry."

Long Xia shook her head, kissing his nose. "Don't be. Keeping going…just slower."

Yuan Bojing did as she said. He pulled out and then went back in slowly, finding a smooth rhythm until her body relaxed. He kissed her. He was making love to her, telling her body that this wasn't just about sex to him, but something more.

He kept moving his hips against hers, slow and steady, then hard and fast, until she began to moan and pant from pain to pleasure.

"You feel so good," he said as he felt Long Xia clench around him.

She slid his arms around him as his cock slid in and out of her. Long Xia tightened around him, locking him in place.

She wanted him harder.

"Faster," she panted.

He obliged, no longer being able to hold back. He thrust inside her, moving back and forth, their bodies merging into deeper depths with every powerful stroke.

They kept going until Yuan Bojing stilled on top of her, spilling his release.

Panting, he collapsed over her, their hearts beating fast. He then rolled over to the side, wearing a blissful smile on his face. "I didn't expect this to happen today," he said.

Long Xia propped on an elbow next to him. "Me neither," she replied, running a finger over his chest.

"It felt good. I loved every minute of it."

Long Xia smiled at him. "Me too."

"Did you cum?" he asked her.

Long Xia pondered over it. "I'm not sure."

"I don't think you did," he said. "But that's all right." He then flipped her beneath him, slipping a hand to her mound. "I'll make sure you do it now."

Long Xia did not know what he was talking about until he put his fingers to her flesh, and she gasped, her eyes widening.

"Woah," Long Xia said, breathless.

Yuan Bojing smiled. He then slid his hand over her folds as Long Xia held his hand against her as she ground against him. She moved his thumb to her clit, and when he rubbed, she titled her head, her eyes rolling back.

"You're so wet," he said, his thumb continuing to rub her nub while his other fingers were sliding in and out of her.

"Fuck!" she gasped, bowing her head from her orgasm.

Yuan Bojing wore a sheepish grin when he withdrew his hand after she was spent. He licked his fingers as if it was his reward, and the sight nearly made her want to grab for him again, but she was tired and sore.

Instead, Yuan Bojing pulled her into his embrace, tucking her against him.

She put a palm to his chest, feeling his erratic heartbeat beneath her hand. She could fall asleep like this. It was what she wanted.

"Warrior Candidate selection is next week," he said, breaking her daze. "Are you going to try out?"

"Yes," Long Xia answered.

"You are going to make a wonderful Empress one day."

She smiled. "You sound so sure," she replied. "Are you sure you won't turn your back on me to try out for the selection?"

He shook his head. "Not interested," he said. "Besides, it's been your dream. Not mine."

Long Xia felt warm all over at the thought that he remembered. It had been a long-time dream of hers, and she had been telling everyone. She was going to be Empress one day. She'll make sure of it.

She was glad that Yuan Bojing was not going to try out for the selection. If he did, that would make him a competitor, and competitors were not allowed to be in romantic relationships with each other. It was forbidden.

Any hint of romance would make the competitors disqualify their chances of being the next Empress or Emperor. She would ruin her chance, and the crowning ceremony was not for another ten years.

Not only that, Yuan Bojing would be trying to take what she wanted if he did, and she was not sure if she'd ever forgive him for it.

A call had disrupted their moment, and Long Xia saw the caller's name on his screen flash: EMPRESS.

Yuan Bojing picked up the call.

Long Xia scrunched her brows. How did he know the Empress? She wondered. That was not possible.

His expression fell as he spoke to the caller. He then quickly shifted out of bed. "I'll be there soon," he said before hanging up. He stood, chucking off his used condom before he began to put on his clothes.

"Is everything all right?" she asked, clutching at the blankets.

He looked at her. "Yes. It was my mother. She needs me."

But it wasn't his mother he spoke to. It was the empress. Why was he lying?

He reached down to kiss her on the lips. "I will be back."

Long Xia watched him leave, but he never came back.

…

A week later, Long Xia found Yuan Bojing at the try-outs for the selection, and he could not even look at her.

She had loved him, made love to him, and he betrayed not only her trust but also her dignity. She hated him. She still loved him. And she hated how she loved him.

But he betrayed her.