The Villain And His Sweet Wife

Long Yat-sen took Shao Lin inside the shower with him. 

He shampooed her hair, loving the silky feel of her hair between his hands. He made no sexual advances toward her—no. He only focused on cleaning her up. 

Shao Lin let him, feeling warm, even though they had just been drenched in the cold rain. 

Long Yat-sen soaped and lathered her body, and he did the same to himself. 

Beneath the running water, he embraced her tightly against the shower wall. She wrapped her arms around him, allowing the water to rinse them through. None of them broke the silence, allowing their confessions to settle in. 

Shao Lin could not believe this was real. 

Long Yat-sen thought he was dreaming. 

Shao Lin's earlier memories of him were foggy, but she remembered him. The ice blue-eyed boy who made her—for the first time—feel like she had a place in a world where she felt the most out of place. The second time, she had been drunk, but he comforted her when she thought she felt heartbroken, but it was him that touched her heart that night. 

Was that why she was always drawn to him? 

The night of her friend's bachelorette party, she had been struck by him so forcefully, she could not understand how it was possible. 

Shao Lin's embrace around him tightened. 

And to think Long Yat-sen had loved her all this time but did nothing because he thought she'd be safer and better off without him? Not possible. 

"I love you," she said softly. 

Long Yat-sen stilled, almost as if the words had woken him from his daze. Like he had heard it right, and no, it hadn't been a dream. Like she had reaffirmed it. 

He faced her, and her breath hitched. 

Long Yat-sen bent down to kiss her gently at first. His mouth caressed her lips, running tongue over teeth, nipping her, making the pulse between her legs throb. He loved the way she squirmed beneath his touch as if she was desperate to take more of him, all of him, at once. 

She moaned against his mouth before he turned off the shower tap with his free hand. He then lifted her in the air again with her legs wrapped around his waist. His length nudged against her sex, fitting snug. 

No one had believed in him as much as Shao Lin did. No one had encouraged him as much as Shao Lin did. When he fell, she picked him back up, putting him back together, as it always has been. 

Shao Lin ground against his erection, rousing his already thick and stiff cock. 

"I want you inside me," she breathed impatiently. "Badly." 

He stilled, his blue eyes darkening. It was already difficult to keep his restraint. She had nearly left him blue-balled when she sucked his cock earlier but didn't finish him before she ran off. "You should be careful with your words," he replied. "I'm going to start believing you only like to get fucked." 

Shao Lin shivered in his grasp. He could tell she loved it when his language was a bit crude. It was as if he wasn't hiding anything from her—not sugar coating anything. 

Now that he knew Shao Lin accepted every part of him, she'd soon see more of these sides of him. If she thought his language was foul, she should hear how he spoke to his friends, to his siblings when they weren't trying to be polite. And although they mastered politeness, it never felt right as cursing did. 

"I want everything," was all she whispered, meeting his eyes, and he knew the meaning behind those words. 

His jaw clenched. Long Yat-sen then lowered her on the bed, his mouth gliding over hers, tongue duelling against tongue, her arms wrapped around him tightly. He pulled from her, spreading her legs, his hands on her thighs. He gazed into her eyes. "What are you to me?" he asked, his voice dangerously smoky. 

She flushed. "I'm yours." 

"Say it again," he said. 

"I'm yours. It's already written on paper…and in my heart. I'm yours—" her voice turned into a gasp when Shao Lin felt Long Yat-sen push inside her. He stilled. She stilled. 

Shao Lin's chest rose and fell. She was used to his size, given how they had more sex than she can count of her fingers, but still, the sheer fullness he gave her now, knowing he loved her, gave her a sudden, intimate awareness. 

He felt it too. 

Shao Lin smiled, and he caught it in his mouth, kissing her with a longing force. 

Long Yat-sen then started to rock back and forth slowly. She wrapped her arms around the wings of his shoulder blades, as his eyes never left her, slowly making love to her. 

It was slow. It was sweet. It was fulfilling. 

He was bare, and she knew she liked it more like this, without protection. 

Long Yat-sen took his time as if his body conveyed what words didn't. "I know no better feeling than being with you, inside you…" was what he said, pressed against her ear. 

Indeed. She felt him caress the depths of her in intimate places, and it had her moaning, forgetting her name again. But he reminded her what it was every time he sang it under his breath, "Xiaolin. Xiaolin." 

When he called her that for the first time, she had remembered a fragment of her lost memory. She had been remembering little by little since then, and she hadn't even known it. 

She came to him broken, but he was the only one who had been secretly stitching her back together, just like she had stitched him back together all those years ago. 

He kissed tears away from her eyes. 

It was not tears of sadness. It was of blissful happiness, and he'd known it. 

Shao Lin could see it now. 

Whenever he was left bruised and bleeding, his spirit broken all those years ago, and thinking he would never be good enough, she reached out and stitched him back together. She hadn't realized Long Yat-sen had been returning the favour. 

She could not imagine being with anyone else. Her happiness would not exist with anyone else. No matter how hard she would have convinced herself if he were not in the picture. 

Long Yat-sen kissed her softly against her neck, praising her with sweet words. 

Her skin was on fire, but he set her aflame, and she was burning, but she wasn't turning to ash. 

Perhaps she was really made for him. 

Could two people really be made for each other? 

Shao Lin thought of Long Xia, who had a strength that could never be matched, but Yuan Bojing…Yuan Bojing saw her—all of her, and he wasn't afraid. 

Long Yat-sen was broken by expectations, as Shao Lin was. While he was considered small and weak, so was she. She was raised by demons when she had only been fond of flowers, not darkness. Dragons raised him, but most saw him as the lesser kind, but he had grown into the full beast. 

They were dark and light, and they fitted right.

Long Yat-sen's strokes became fiercer, yielding any control he had left. His hands dug into her hips. He rolled his waist against hers, hitting her sweet spot over and over again until she was seeing white light and spots behind her eyes. She screamed his name, panting, but he didn't stop making love to her. 

Long Yat-sen watched her from her parted lips and their connected bodies, sweat gleaming down his brow. He was building the tension that pulsed between her legs again. She loved it when he was fast and rough, but she hadn't realized how good it felt when he was slow, as he kept caressing the apex of her flesh with his thick length, gliding in and out and over her, taking his time. 

Shao Lin found herself begging him to take her harder when she was on the brink of another orgasm. He lifted her to straddle him, aligning chest against chest. His eyes collided with hers before he brought her down on him, then again and again, up and down. 

Shao Lin ground against him, feeling him deeper. 

He kissed her breast, her neck. When Shao Lin stopped to look at him, he smiled. He smiled as if he never looked any happier. She then came hard at the sight of it. 

Long Yat-sen groaned, not expecting her to come when she wasn't moving. He felt her walls tighten around him, and it felt so good, he couldn't help but still and finish inside her. 

Shao Lin felt the flood of heat enter her. No condom. No pill. He didn't pull out. Nothing. 

But she didn't care. She was over being careful, so was he, and it didn't matter anymore, not when they were ready to commit to more than just their relationship with each other. 

She kissed him softly, and then he pulled her beneath him again.