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Gold ring with one love shape diamond, embed with small diamonds around it.

What was meant as a sign of love and devotion for other couples was nothing but a testament of his ownership on me. A daily reminder for the rest of my life. Until death do us part wasn’t an empty promise as with so many other couples that entered the holy bond of marriage. 

There was no way out of this union for me. So I was own by my husband until the end of my life. The last few words of the oath that men swore when they were inducted into the Black Clans could just as well have been the closing of my wedding vow.

This wedding wasn’t about love or trust or choice. It was about duty and honour, about doing what was expected.

A bond to ensure peace in Black territory and White Clans stop more bloodshed in between two big clans on this earth, B Clans and the last W Clans feud that clashes more than 2000 years.

Be Fate

How he sucked and licked, how he hummed with approval, how he blew against my heated flesh, then licked again. 


My entire body was inflame, shaking. I couldn't take much more, but he pushed his tongue into me and I came, my muscle clenching around him. I squeezed my eyes shut, my back arching off the cold marble.


The sounds of he lapping at me were wrong but they aroused me like nothing ever had.


Fu Shao pulled his tongue out as the last spikes of my orgasm wrecked me. 


Before I knew what was happening, I felt his finger against my opening and he slid it almost all the way in.


 The intrusion was weird and unexpected. I jerked and gasped from the pain.


 My body became rigid as I tried to catch my breath. I'd never even used tampons because they were too uncomfortable and because my mother worried I might accidentally rupture my hymen.


I flattened my palms against the Jacuzzi rim, trying to relax. 


Water sloshed as he moved out of the water to lean over me, his finger still in me. I bit my lip but didn't look at him.


"I should have entered more slowly, but you were so wet."


So I just nodded but didn't say anything as I couldn't get over the feeling of his finger in me. 


Even it didn't move, but it was there, filling me. 


His eyes were darker than I'd ever seen them and filled with so much want and hunger that it scared and aroused me at the same time.


I shifted my hip slightly, trying to find words for the sensation. 


"It's uncomfortable and it burns a bit." 


He licked my lips, then sucked the lower part into his mouth. 


"I know I'm an bastard for saying this, but the thought of my man inside your tight, it will makes me so hard instantly."


My eyes widened but he shook his head. 


"Don't look so terrified. I told you I wouldn't try it tonight."


"You also told me you wouldn't hurt me." 


That was more to provoke him than because I was really mad at him. As I was slowly getting used to his finger in me, and what he'd done before that had been paradise. I already wanted his lips and tongue back on me. 


Something in his expression shifted, but I couldn't read the emotion. 


"I didn't think it would, wife," he said softly. 


"You were so wet and willing. I thought my finger would go in without trouble. I wanted to finger you for your fourth orgasm."


I shivered and a small spike of pleasure built in my venus again. 


Oh noo