128: Behind Closed Doors

Behind Closed Doors

He wasn't pressing too hard on me, but I still found it almost impossible to breathe. All the air in the room seemed to be burning away when his tongue flicked over my earlobe, and his hand slid through my collar, teasing me with those practiced touches. His palm was scorching … Wasn't it cold just a moment ago when he helped me cool off my cheeks?2

Whatever the reason, this wasn't the time to think. I threaded my fingers through his hair and nudged him lightly, making him turn to face me. "Then what are you waiting for?" I whispered and sought his lips.

He let out a half-laugh, and the next moment, our tongues were tangled in an intimate dance. His hands moved to the knots on my robe, and I helped him, pulling and yanking until the burdensome layers fell to a heap on the floor. The door felt cold pressing against my back, though I appreciated it, because when his palm grazed over me again unobstructed, the heat seethed so furiously that I thought I might melt into a puddle at his feet.

"Bai Ye …" I whimpered and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer. His scars were completely healed by now, and I ran my hands down his back, feeling his smooth skin radiating warmth under my touch. Our mingled breaths grew heavy, and the air around us was soon filled with the sounds of pants and soft moans …

Along with a muffled conversation drifting into my ears through the door.

"… the lessons tomorrow should be even more exciting …"

"… but I can't even focus on the material anymore … that master from Mount Hua … "

I started, stiffening for a moment until I remembered that no one could hear us from outside. I let out a breath. "I think someone else is talking about you," I chuckled into his mouth.

He didn't reply immediately. Instead, he sucked harder on my tongue, eliciting another moan from me. The sound drowned half of that conversation, though I still caught a few more words:

"… I can't believe someone as good-looking as he exists …"

"… his voice is so soft and luring too …"

"What are they saying?" Bai Ye released me at last and asked.

I smiled. He could hear everything much better than I could, and I knew he was only trying to tease me. "About how jealous they are of me," I said, arching my back into him and nestling his hardness between my thighs. "About how lucky I am to have succeeded in seducing you."

He laughed softly. "You mean how defenseless I am against the devil in you?" His hands skimmed down my legs, parting them with a firm grip. I sighed my wordless invitation, and with a deep thrust, he answered it.

The familiar fullness stirred every vein inside me to life. I gasped my pleasure and clenched his shoulders tight, keeping my balance over him. He gathered me with one arm, burying my face into his neck, and with his breaths tickling my ear, I heard footsteps approaching in the hallway.

It must be those two disciples coming closer, though their conversation had turned into a whisper too quiet for me to hear. The sound of their soft steps rustled lightly on the floor, closer and closer, until they stopped right outside my door, and the whispers became more audible.

"… but he seems so cold and aloof …"

"… Mount Hua is known for celibate paths … such a pity …"

Celibate paths? I almost laughed as I traced my hands down the divine softness of his skin once more. If only those disciples knew what was happening at this very moment behind that door next to them …

"Qing-er," Bai Ye's hot breath whistled past my ear. "You look distracted."

I wiggled a little embarrassedly in his arm. He must've heard the same conversation and knew exactly what I was thinking. "Bai Ye …" I clutched him tighter and said, "I— Ah!"

I didn't even finish my sentence when he suddenly slammed hard into me, and the sharp sensation sent a loud moan straight out of my throat. "I must've failed to do my job right …" He nibbled my ear. "Does this get your attention back?"

For a second, I was instinctively afraid that my yelp was too loud for the people behind us to miss. But when I heard muffled voices continue to drift through the door, my tensed body relaxed. "Bai Ye!" I gritted my teeth at his little pettiness. Though my reaction seemed to have only encouraged him, because the next moment, he changed his rhythm, thrusting hard and precisely with every motion into my most sensitive depth.

I couldn't stop my moans. The conversation behind the door was still going, but it was soon drowned in the sounds escaping me. I raised my leg higher, letting him in deeper, and he obliged, gripping both of my thighs to lift me up, wedging me against the door and plunging all the way in. The deep thrust almost sent me over the edge, and I cried out loud, no longer caring if we were shaking the door so much that even the barrier spell would cease to work.

Waves of pleasure surged as our bodies tangled deeper. With a final cry, a tremor overtook me, and as I fell limp into his arms, I felt his own release. He kept me wedged against the door, breathing heavily against my neck, and while we waited for our pounding heartbeats to steady, I heard a giggle come from behind us: "... you never know though, some people hide their wild side behind that quiet appearance …"

I darted a glance towards him. He was looking at me as well, and we both grinned. Before I knew it, our lips met once more, still quivering but sealed tight in another deep kiss.

Celibate path? Quiet appearance? I wanted none of those. This was the Bai Ye I couldn't have enough of—with his wild side, his burning, consuming desire.

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