Her entire body pulsed. Her thighs quivered and yet he had done nothing but touch her legs. She wanted his fingers closer. She felt the breeze tease her heated flesh. And when he did not move, she whimpered.
“Are you ready?” he murmured against her cheek. “This is your first time. It may go fast.”
Every part of her was ready, but she knew better than to beg. Instead, she rolled her spine against him and grinned when he gasped.
“Very well, Fox,” he said. And then he slowly pressed his fingers down. She was so wet, they moved easily, slipping across bone and down into her petals.
She gasped as his hands opened her wider, slipping the thickness of his fingers everywhere. And yet, it was not what she wanted. She didn’t understand. She could only feel.
“I love your scent,” he said as he scooped up some of her moisture and brought it to her nose. It was a strange smell, but erotic enough that she inhaled deeply. “And I love the taste,” he continued as he licked his fingers.
What a sight! His dark tongue lapping around his wet finger.
“It’s a woman’s chi,” he continued. “The essence of creation.” He pressed a kiss to her temple. “We drink it and grow strong.”
She frowned, the meaning in his words triggering a memory. Her brother had studied secret texts, ones which were forbidden for her to read. But that hadn’t stopped her. She had devoured them in secret, including the words of the Yellow Emperor about life essence and…
And this! This churning of desire was life force! When he touched her, when he heated the cauldron in her belly, he was bringing forth her energy. This was womanly essence, and now she knew why men sought it and why women allowed it. It was for this feeling, for this stirring of everything that was female.
And now she understood why the Yellow Emperor had said that drinking of a woman gave man life. And that releasing of a man’s seed wasted his chi.
Is that what he was doing? Every time he swept up her moisture, every time he wrapped his tongue around his fingers, was he drinking in her energy? She had barely thought the questions through when he answered them.
“Here is the cauldron of female power,” he said as he began to stroke her petals. “Do you feel it churn?”
She felt her belly quivering, her bottom lifting and lowering as she sought his fingers. Behind her back, she felt his dragon pulse, but it was only one of a thousand sensations overwhelming her. His one hand held her thigh open while the other pushed a finger inside her.
She felt the callouses of his palms, the invasion as he wriggled inside, and she found it all fascinating. He pressed in and out with a single finger. And then…
She gasped.
Two fingers, stretching her open. She closed her eyes. It felt so good.
“My dragon will go there,” he said. “It will burrow deep.”
His fingers moved inside her, and she groaned in delight. Still, she had the wherewithal to shake her head.
“Not you. It is for the emperor.” The words were rote, a mantra she had been told since she was a child. Her glory was meant for the ruler of China.
Zhi Hao grunted as if annoyed. “Do not speak of another man when one is inside you,” he growled.
With that, he thrust a third finger inside her, stretching her in a way that made her feel impaled and opened all at once. How could something so invasive feel so good? Her legs widened as he thrust his fingers in and out.
“Your channel is tight. I like that,” he said. Then he set his teeth on her neck, abrading her hard enough to make her feel pinned above and below.
“This is what a man will do. He will thrust in you as you grip him.” He tongued the skin where he had bit her. “Do it, Fox. Squeeze my fingers, and I will give you what you want.”
She wasn’t sure how to do it, but her body did. As he thrust up inside her, she squeezed him until he groaned. And then his thumb moved upward.
Lightning shot through her.
She cried out at the shock of it, and he immediately bit down on her ear.
“Shhh! Keep your cries inside you. Can you be silent even as I do this? And this?”
He was thrusting inside her as his thumb pressed harder against her other spot.
“This is your pearl,” he growled against her ear. “I will make it shine.”