Young Brother-in-law Is Now My Husband

Feeling his wife's willingness, Wen Zac couldn't restrain himself any longer. He withdrew slightly, gently pulling Ming Lan up with him, an action that startled her for a moment. To steady herself, she placed her hands firmly against his chiselled chest.

His hand, which had been resting at the small of her back, slowly travelled down to the hem of her short, exposing dress. As he began to lift her dress, Ming Lan, though feeling shy at being so exposed before him, made it easier for him, but the next moment her hands moved to cover her bare chest. He held her hand and looked at her, "I would rather you use them to undress me."

Ming Lan comprehended his desire. She timidly directed her gaze to the buttons of his shirt, her delicate hands moving deftly to undo them one by one. Wen Zac displayed patience, savouring every moment of her progress. Her shy, blushing countenance as she continued the task was a sight to behold, in between his gaze moving across her ample chest.

Meanwhile, taking in the seductive sight of his firm chest, with all the buttons of his shirt undone, Ming Lan's hands instinctively slid the shirt down his broad shoulders. Wen Zac lent her a hand to remove his shirt completely, leaving her with a captivating view of his bare, chiselled torso and below the pair of black trousers. Her long, dense eyelashes fluttered as she gazed up at him. His handsome face filled her view, his eyes revealing a hint of lust for her, resembling a wolf ready to consume its prey. She couldn't help but wonder if she had been too daring in her immediate agreement to all of this.

Wen Zac watched her blushing face, his large hand moving to the back of her head as he brought his face closer to hers, savouring her captivating scent. They were so close that Ming Lan was prepared for his kiss, but instead, he gently held her by the shoulders and pushed her back, relishing the sight of her gracefully descending onto a plush bed. She bounced beautifully, her hair cascading onto the pillow beneath her head.

Such an enticing view. When Zac leaned closer, his robust frame enveloping her fragile form, his eyes fixed on her blushing countenance.

"You're truly beautiful, Lanlan," he uttered.

Her heart skipped a beat; it was the first time she had ever heard those words from him. Before she could fully absorb the compliment, he drew her into yet another fervent kiss, his hands beginning to explore her contours.

Mid-kiss, he whispered, "You have a sweet taste."

Breathless, Ming Lan struggled to match the intensity of their kiss, sensing his fiery breath against her tender skin.

His hands embarked on a journey, tracing the contours of her curves, while his lips planted gentle kisses along her jawline, gradually descending to her slender and delicate neck.

Gasps escaped from her swollen, red, and moist lips as she felt him nibbling and biting her tender flesh. Her hands, seemingly acting on their own accord, moved to the back of his head, fingers entangling themselves in his hair. With her back arched, she wordlessly implored him for more.

He descended further downward, finally savoring the desire that had been building since he first undressed her. Her ample chest, soft and supple, felt perfect in his hand, and he relished in ravishing them, letting her feel his warm mouth over her.

"Zac," she whispered breathlessly, struggling to keep up with the whirlwind of sensations he was evoking.

Zac paused and locked eyes with her flushed face. She couldn't explain why she had said his name or what she hoped for. With their chests heaving together, she gazed into his dark eyes.

"Am I hurting you?" he asked, his voice thick with desire.

She shook her head lightly only to hear him ask again, "Do you like it?"

The question hung in the air, bold and unyielding, making her wish she could disappear. But there was no escape.

"Be honest," he pressed.

She couldn't meet his gaze and lowered her eyes, nodding lightly.

"Look at me," he urged.

She obeyed, meeting his intense gaze, only for him to add, "I would be doing much more today. Do not shy away."

She could only comply and nodded in submission. As if to emphasize his intentions, his hands delicately removed the final garment covering her. Once it was gone, she instinctively drew herself in, feeling a mixture of anticipation and unease beneath his intense gaze.

He planted a gentle kiss on her swollen lips and was about to continue his descent when she interrupted.

"Zac."

He turned his attention back to her uncertain gaze, waiting for her to speak.

"I... I've never done this before," she stammered, her shyness making it difficult for words to escape her throat.

Wen Zac withdrew his hand and moved closer to her, his fingers tenderly caressing her cheeks as he spoke softly, "I will be careful."

"Can you turn off the lights," she said in low voice. "I want to see you."

"I..." she didn't know how to protest now, he made his intentions clear. "I want to see everything about my wife. You will get to see me as well. Don't you want to?"

Ming Lan felt his words were too direct. All the effect of the wine she had earlier and made her bold, now had vanished. She desperately wanted to hide. "Could you please be a little less direct?" she mumbled.

He chuckled. "I intend to be shamelessly open with my wife. In fact, I can be even more shameless if you'd like."

"But I'm shy."

"You won't be after this," he assured her. His playful demeanor shifted to seriousness as he continued, "Lanlan, you are my wife. I don't want us to remain mere strangers who are married in name only. I want you to accept me just as I am, as I am willing to accept you. I want nothing hidden between us. You are mine, the woman I truly love. I wish..." He paused, his eyes expectantly awaiting her response.

As if she could read his thoughts, Ming Lan spoke, "I love you too, Zac."

Hearing her confession, his body froze, and he looked at her in disbelief. This was the declaration he had longed to hear for years, and finally, he was hearing it. But why did it feel so unreal, like a dream?

Seeing his lack of response, she blinked in confusion. "Zac?"

"Say it again," he urged, still staring at her as if in a dream.

"I love you, Zac."

A whirlwind of emotions surged within him, yet he found himself unable to express any of them at that moment. All he could do was channel them into his actions. He kissed her passionately, pouring all his love into that single moment as he whispered, "I promise to always cherish you, Lan."

She smiled and finally let go of her resistance. "I promise you the same, Zac."

Soon, their naked bodies beneath the sheets melded together, a sheen of sweat glistening on their skin.

"Are you in pain?" Wen Zac inquired, his movements as tender as possible. He brushed away the strands of hair sticking to her flushed cheeks.

"A bit," she replied softly, clutching onto his shoulders, striving to match his pace.

As his pace quickened, Ming Lan found herself teetering on the brink of ecstasy repeatedly. Her passionate cries filled the room, causing him to momentarily forget his vow to be gentle, succumbing to the primal desires coursing through him.

He guided her legs to encircle his lean and strong waist, "Hold onto me," his voice now husky, filled with longing and impatience. Ming Lan wrapped her arms around his neck as he leaned in for a passionate kiss, muffling her fervent cries while matching his intense rhythm.

"Zac..."

In response, he placed his hand on her waist, anchoring her in place, his hips moving with a relentless urgency, giving their all as if there were no tomorrow.

Soon after she found herself floating in the clouds and him collapsing on her, his face burring in her nape, panting heavily only her name left his mouth, "Lanlan."