Shades Of Mr.billionaire - Chapter 280

He into my eyes deeply.

“My babe, you shouldn’t look like this and say things like that too,” His lips push to mine, his tongue seeking entry, encouraging my lips to part and accept him into my mouth.

Slowly the warmness of him dispels my nervous and I’ve forgotten everything at once as he claims me, but he didn’t let his hand to touch me. Because both of us could melt immediate into each other before our wedding vows. Both of us sweeping tongues are the only contact between us, but it’s has consuming all our attachement.

Even just a kiss, my senses are saturated, my mind scrambled, and my body desperately begging for him. But he just maintains his slow pace and fluid movements of his tongue, withdrawing occasionally to tease my lips, before he invading it back into mine.

Then I hum at his exquisite pace, the inevitable bang dropping between my thighs as he worsh.i.p.s me delicately.

“Mhm, hubby,we’re going to be really late for our wedding,” I need to halt this before one of us takes it to the next level.

This might dangerous if we don’t stop now.

“Never ever tell me to stop kissing you, wifey,” He bites my bottom lip and drags it slowly through his teeth.

“I forbid it!” He lowers himself to his knees and takes my hands, pulling me down.

Gosh! Instantly, I kick my shoes off and join him. He watches his thumbs circling over the tops of my hands for a while before lifting his glorious eyes to mine.

“Would you?” he asks quietly.

I frown.

“Your question reffered to what?” I ask.

His lips tip a little.

“I’m asking if you ready to my Mrs Feng,” He say.

I struggle to stop my own small smile at his candidness.

“And what if I say not?” I pull the string.

“You won’t dare,” He state confidently.

“Then why you bother to ask?” I strike back.

His lips turn into a shy smile, and he shrugs.

“I know you’re deadly nervous. Babe, I don’t like it,” He admits.

“Hubby, that is the fact that every bride would be nervous like this before their wedding. This is my wedding where I’m going to step into another next phrase of life of growing up.” I stated clearly to him.

His smile falls away.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let you hurt even a tiny micro of dust,” He assured me.

He tips my chin back up, making me look at his achingly handsome face.

“We are going to have a wedding soon. Stop being nervous, you’ve worried me,” He say.

“I’m sorry.” I said helplessly as my nervous still hit me.

“All I want you to be happy and chill on our big today, we’ll go through it perfectly and when we grow grey, we won’t regret it. Okay?” He says gently.

I shake myself out of my uneasiness and smile, feeling better for hearing his gentle words

“Okay.” I nodded.

Gradually, my nervous dispersed after he encourage me. I watch as he stands and strolls over to a big chest, pulling something from the drawer and returning a few moments later with a bath sheet. My brow furrows as he drops back to his knees and wipes his face, then ruffles his damp hair before laying it across his front.

He opens his arms.

“You here,” he demands quietly, and I waste no time crawling onto his lap and letting him surround me in his arms, my cheek resting on his chest through the towel.

“Better now?” he asks, pulling me in closer.

“Much better,” I mumble into the towel.

“I love you, husband,” I grin.

Then I feel him jerk a little under me, a silent hint of his quiet laugh.

“I thought I was your knight,” He teased.

“Yes, that’s too,” I agree.

“And you are my one and only queen, Madam Feng,” He announced.

I jump out of his chest and find him grinning at me.

“Don’t you feel Madam sound a bit old?” I ask.

He laughs and yanks me back down, making a meal of stroking my glossy hair and inhaling deeply on a satisfied pull of breath.

“My queen then,” He said.

“No, too exaggerated. I think just Mrs Feng or wifey better,” I’m aware of my hands sliding all over his damp back, but I really don’t care.

“Husabnd, noted that I’m so in love with you.” I state leisurely.

“I feel that flaming wildly,” He say.

“And my goddess bride. I need to get ready too since I’m getting married, soon,” He exclaims.

“You are? Who’s the lucky man is it?” I ask.

I smile and pull myself away from his body again.

“He’s the most powerful and challenging freaking man,” I reach up and cup his rough cheek.

“Yes he is. But I love him so much because he’s so handsome,” I whisper, searching his eyes, which are watching me so closely.

“And more, he could stop me breathing whenever he touches me which cause me when into numbness of sense,” I wait for his scorn, but his lips just press into a straight line, so I lean up and kiss his chin, working my way to his lips.

“Gosh…I can’t wait to marry him. You should probably go now so I’m not keeping him waiting more,” I shoo him away.

“What would he say if he caught you kissing another man?” he asks around my mouth.

I grin at him.

“Oh, he’d probably executed him on immediate spot,” I answer cheekily.

His eyes widen.

“He as teribbly possessive. I don’t think I could to challenged him on,” He play along.

“You better never touch his woman because he’ll trample all over you aggressively,” I shrug, and he laughs.

It’s that eye sparkling laugh, the one that has light creases fanning his beautiful eyes.

“Seriously happy?”I ask.

“No, I’m shitting myself greatly now,” he falls back, taking me with him.

“But at the same time, I’m feeling brave. Kiss me, babe,” I command.

Then I dive right away, smothering his face with my lips and humming in sweet contentment, but I don’t let myself to indulge.

Just then the door swings open.

“FENG TENG!!!” Get your sweat covered body off from my daughter!” My mom’s shocked cry pierces the privacy of our moment.

Caused I start laughing immediately, my mom’s scorn but she not stopping me from getting my fix of Feng Teng and he lets me too.

“OH MY GOD! You’ll smell. Get up now!” Her angry heels start thumping towards us.

“Nami, help me out here, will you?” She called for our wedding dresser.

I suddenly feel a mass of hands grasping at different parts of my body, trying to pull me from my dearly Feng Teng.

“Mom! Stop it!” I laugh as I gripping Feng Teng harder.

“I’ll get up!” I assured her.

“Get up then! Lady! You’re getting married in half an hour but your hair got messed up and you’ve broken our family ancient tradition, by rolling around on the floor with your groom!” She huffs and puffs a bit more.

“Nami. Take her away now! Oh my good lord. Kids these day very impossible!” She executed her command and babbling along.

“Yes, let’s go Wei Lin,” Nami harsh husk stabs at my skin.

She’s nice enough, but the woman is frighteningly fierce with organisation.

“Okay, okay. I’m going now,” I grumble, dragging myself from Feng Teng body.

“Oh goodness. Now look at you,” Mom complaint and trying to smooth my wild traces.

Then I struggle to keep a straight face as I watch Feng Teng still make no attempt to leave, but rather brace his arms under his head so he can watch as my mom pulls and pokes at me.

“YOU! A pair of impossible bride and groom ever!” she continues, turning her angry eyes onto Feng Teng.

“OUT!” She yell out of her angry.

“All right. All right. Sorry mother,” He rises from the floor in one effort, his delicious muscles bunching and rippling as he does.

I notice Nami staring at my perfect beautiful groom, but she soon snaps out of her dumbstruck state when she catches me watching her with raised eyebrows.

“Alright. I’ll take care of the groom!” she declares, diverting her eyes.

“Let’s go, President Feng!” She called.

“A minute,” He looks at my chest.

‘Wei Lin. Where’s your diamond?” He ask in concerned.

“OH MY GOD!” My hand instantly flies up to my b.r.e.a.s.tbone, my eyes darting around on the floor.

“Shit, shit, shit!” I yell frantically as I couldn’t feel the heaviness of it on my neck.

“Wifey! Please! Watch your mouth!” He reprimanded me.

“I’m sorry. It was unintentional!” I say.

“Don’t panic!” Mom drops to her knees and starts looking under the bed, while I scan every inch of the plush carpet.

“Here! Here! I found it!” Nami sweeps it up from the floor, and Feng Teng abruptly snatches it from her hand before making his way over to me.

“You! Turn around,” he huffs, and I comply immediately, my heart hammering in my chest.

This damn expensive diamond will be the kill me anytime.

“Now, all ready,” His lips fall onto my shoulder, his h.i.p.s pushing into my bum.

“That’s a lesson for you for messed up on the floor,” Mum huffs.

“Son! Now, YOU out!” She starts tugging at Feng Teng arm, but he doesn’t brush her off.

Then I turn and wave at him, then curtsy, prompting another huff from my mother and a cheeky grin from Feng, before she lets Nami usher Feng Teng out from the bride suite.

“NOW! Your dress, BEI WEI LIN! Where is it?” She yell.

I point to the bathroom and sit myself on the end of the bed.

“In bathroom. Sorry mom, you won’t be able to call me that soon,” I say haughtily.

She stomps across the room.

“You will always be my BEI WEI LIN to me. Nothing will changed!” she grumbles.

“Now go get ready. You father will be up here in a minute to escort you downstairs,” she orders.

I stand and re-arrange my set underwear.

“Is he okay?” I concerned.

“Freaking nervous, and of course sad too. You’re his most beloved little girl. And you know, you father hates being in spotlight too,” She said.