The Devil Doctor's Spicy Love

Chapter 505: Prescription for passion *

His self-control snapped at the same time as her dress did. His searing kisses left marks along the nape of her neck while he bit down on her ear so hard that it earned him a pleasurable moan. The deck of evidence cards had already fallen upon the floor, displaced in random directions.The crystal heart sat atop on the bedside table. The recorded sound of Jia’s heartbeats was turned off but it didn’t matter to them. Her live heartbeats were already drumming thunderously enough to drown every other sound in the room. More so when she felt losing control.

Damn it, he’s not letting me overpower him at all.

Their first night had been anything but passive from her side, but Mingshen was acting differently tonight. Whether it was his birthday or Jia’s present - she didn’t know - but he had pinned her down with a grip that even she couldn’t free herself from despite concentrating every last drop of physical strength she could.

"It’s a lost battle, my dear," he snapped the hook of her bra and cast it aside. It joined the fallen cards on the floor.

He crashed his lips on hers for two long minutes. "Tonight is my night. I was at your mercy for so long. Now, it’s your turn."

Jia was used to seeing a goofy smile laced across his lips but not tonight. He was anything but goofy. Anything but sheepish. The darkness enveloping his eyes lied on an completely opposite spectrum altogether as he studied every curve of her breast. His laser-sharp gaze made her conscious for the first time and she made an unconscious attempt to hide herself - but he grabbed her waist and flipped her to her belly side.

"I thought you were eating them with your eyes..." Jia said.

His chest pressed against her back, dropping feathery kisses along her backline. His palms gripped and traced the shape of her waistline - slowly, teasingly, testing the heat she could take. Every caress along her skin traveled upwards until his palm came across her soft breast.

"I fully plan to eat them with my mouth too, dear," he lifted her hair strands to the side, burying his face into her nape. He bit down hard, leaving a glaring hickey.

"You should worry more about your sanity for tonight because the night isn’t ending anytime soon," he gave a hard squeeze to her breast and goosebumps fired across her body like a machine gun set on auto. His palm squeezed the softness, his fingers twisted her peak. Squeeze and twist. Squeeze and twist. Her chest drew so tight she could barely breathe. Yet she wanted more.

The riling emotions from their first night were laced with a fear of loss. But what propelled tonight was an admittance of a feeling that had been buried deep for long. It was always there. First as a seed, then slowly sprouting into life until it blossomed all the way to love. A love that was urging them to do more, feel more until not even the barest of distance stayed. Until his chest exerted a tingling pressure against her back, until his arms had completely wrapped her around them and until every kiss made it a point that they belonged to each other.

Mingshen couldn’t decide whether her erratic heartbeats were sweeter or her soft moans felt as he made a mess of her back. He took a look from an inch away and felt like it looked like a deep, abstract painting across the canvas of her bare back - one that was made by the trail of his hickeys.

"I’m an artist as much as I’m a doctor," he said with pride.

"Dr. Artist Yang, may I..." she breathed heavily, the sparks of arousal hitting her all at once. "May I turn now?"

"The real birthday celebration has just begun, dear. There’s no fun in turning back that soon."

"But I want to see your face."

"And I want to do it from the back."

"What-"

By then, her waist was already lifted up until she felt something hard and hot line up with her moist entrance.

Oh damn...

The thought stayed then and there as he pushed it in in one fell swoop. She drew in a sharp breath and several locks of her hair fell past her cheeks. It was as if she was suddenly thrown into a blazing inferno. When he gave another hard thrust was when she truly began to lose her focus. It hit her harder than ever, deeper than ever. Whether she was that sensitive or whether the position made it so enticing - she didn’t know. She didn’t want to know. She only knew she wanted more of it.

"Yup, I knew you will like it much better from here," he shone.

She clenched around him harder with the third thrust, bringing a pink flush to her face. She was seeing all kinds of colors mixed up before her eyes. Splashing everywhere, the new colors making a mess of the previous color they blended with. That was how she felt - every stroke, every thrust painting an altogether set of new colors across her face. Making her make new sounds that had never escaped her lips before, especially tonight.

Sex the second time was hitting differently. It didn’t hurt. Every spicy and fiery moment that passed between them only widened her already wet walls, accommodating everything that Mingshen had to give until nothing of her was left.

Harder and deeper. Harder and deeper. His fingers dug and pressed deep into her thighs, so fiery that she was seriously concerned if they would leave glaring, red marks across her skin. Then a shift came.

Harder and deeper and...faster. Harder and deeper and faster. It made her all forget how to breathe. And as if he read her mind right on cue, he stroked her the most sensitive sweet spot for the first time tonight. She thought she had almost collapsed but didn’t because Mingshen’s grip wasn’t loosening anytime soon. With every squeeze at it, she balled the pillow into her fist harder. Then his hand snaked on top of her balled fist, first easing the pressure off the pillow, then intertwining his fingers against hers. Firmly until it hurt her a little but not so much as to distract her from the thunderstorm of ecstacy.

He crashed his lips onto hers, his tongue sliding into her mouth like his member into her. He closed his eyes, biting down upon every brush of her lips, feeling every flutter of her hair strands against his face and whiffing every scent off her beautiful body. It surged his pace to go so fast that he knew he was probably testing her physical limits at this point. But that tiny concern got thrown out of the window when she grabbed his head and kissed him back, harder and rougher than he was kissing her as though saying - ’Don’t you dare slow down.’

So he didn’t. He thrusted, and thrusted. He kept pinching her sweet spot until she finally came. He felt the warm gush over his thrusting member. The tremors of the sweet release made her pull his hair harder at his roots, slightly forcefully, with her nails scratching onto his scalp that swelled him inside her to his full glory until he climaxed it all out inside her. It came down in waves as they panted hard.

Mingshen kissed her on the lips once and wiped the sweat off her forehead.

"Was that too much?" He asked, sucking in deep breaths to make his tornado of heartbeats calm down.

She opened her eyes slowly and she looked at him. Then she kissed her lips.

"The night isn’t ending anytime soon, is it?"

He blinked twice, then a wide grin was etched onto his lips.

"Not a chance."