"Oh, Heaven!' he barks.

I can feel him brushing the back of my throat, and it takes every effort not to retch at the invasion. He feels so thick in my mouth. I start to retreat, but he knocks the wind out of me by thrusting back in, robbing me of breath. His fingers curl in my hair as he slowly withdraws and drives forward again, letting out a long m.o.a.n of pure pleasure.

Any illusion I was under of me being in control are long forgotten. He knows what he wants and how he wants it. Yet again, he has the power. I'm done completely.

"You have a f**king incredible mouth, babe." He surges forward again, holding me in place with his strong hands, but calmly caressing and stroking my hair at the same time.

"I've wanted to make you mine since I laid eyes on you." he stated.

I'm not sure if I should be offended or delighted by that statement. So, instead of pondering it, I un-sheath my teeth and drag them over his taut skin as he withdraws.

"Oh God. Darling...Take it deep."he shouts, powering forward again.

"Relax your jaw." He command.

I close my eyes and absorb his assault on my mouth. If it wasn't so damn e.r.o.t.i.c, it would be pretty brutal. He's aggressive with his power but tender with his hands. He's in complete control.

After a few more incredible strikes, I feel him swell and pulsate in my mouth. I know he's tipping the edge. One of his hands moves from my head to the base on his length, and he withdraws slightly, taking a firm grip, working back and forth urgently. I circle, lap and suck his swelling head as he sucks in a sharp, short breaths.

"In your mouth." he yells, and I take his cue, wrapping my lips around his jerking erection and placing my hand over his as he spills hot, creamy c.u.m into my mouth.

I take it, all of it. I swallow around him, glancing up to see his head thrown back as he yells into thin air, a throaty cry of satisfaction. His h.i.p.s slow their thrusts to a more level, lazy pace as he rides out his climax. I lick and suck the tension away. My debt is settled.

His chest is heaving as he looks down at me with a foggy, green gaze. He bends to drag me up his body, smothering my lips with his in a complete appreciation kiss.

"You're amazing. I'm keeping you forever." he informs me, showering my face with kisses.

"That's nice to know." I flip sarcastically.

"Don't try and pull a hurt with me, Wei Lin." He rests his forehead against mine.

"You left me high and dry this morning." he says quietly.

Oh, I'm apologising for leaving him hanging. That makes perfect sense, but how will he repay me for all of his transgressions? What I've just sustained should repulse me, but it doesn't. I'd do anything for him.

I lift my arms and rest my palms on his chest, smoothing over his toned pecs.

"I apologise." I murmur, leaning in to rest my lips over his n.i.p.p.l.e.

"You have lace on."He wraps his arms tightly around me.

"I love you in lace so much>" I got lifted, my legs automatically curling around his narrow waist. He scoops up my bags and his shirt and carries me out of the lift.

"Why lace?" I ask. He always insists on it. And it's yet something else I do to please him.

"I don't know, but always wear lace. Keys, at back of my pocket." He say.

I reach under his arm, feeling in his pocket to drag his keys out before he turns slightly to give me access to the door. It's soon kicked open and closed again. He throws my bags down and carries me all the way upstairs. I could get so use to this. He hoofs me about like I'm little more than a shirt on his back. I feel weightless and completely safe.

He places me on my feet.

"I'm taking you to bed now." he whispers softly.

My ears are suddenly invaded by the low sounds of Massive Attack's Angel. My body goes rigid. This is music to make love to. I start burning up as he slowly starts undressing me, his soft, green eyes remaining locked with mine.

The diversity of this man staggers me completely. This man is a brutal, demanding s.e.x Lord in one breath, and a tender, gentle lover in the next. I love all elements of him, every single one. Well, almost every single one.

"Why do you try to control me?" I ask. It's the only element of him that I'm struggling to deal with.

Because he's beyond unreasonable. But you don't hear me complaining in the bedroom.

He pushes my shirt from my shoulders and down my arms.

"I don't know." he says on a frown.

His perplexed expression has me believing that he really doesn't, which is of no help to me in trying to understand why he's like this with me. He's known me for a few weeks. It's crazy behavior.

"It just feels like the right thing to do to my woman." He offers the explanation like it should explain everything. It doesn't in the slightest.

I'm still none the wiser, you are a crazy man!

He unfastens the zipper of my trousers and slides them down my thighs, lifting me out of them and leaving me standing before him in my underwear. He stands back and takes a good look at me as he removes his shoes and jeans, kicking them off to the side.

He's hard again.

I run my appreciative eyes over his loveliness, finishing back at his sludgy pools.

He's like a science project of perfection;

God's masterpiece; my masterpiece.

I want him to be just mine.

He reaches across to me and pulls the cups of my bra down, one at a time, brushing the back of his hand over each of my nips, hardening them further. My breath skips, and he flicks his gaze to mine.

"Wei Lin,you make me crazy." he says, completely expressionless.

I want to scream at him for being so thick skinned. He keeps saying this.

"Do you know that you make me crazy more than." My voice is a breathy whisper.

I mentally plead for him to acknowledge that he's an unreasonable control freak. He can't believe this is normal behavior.

His lips curve, his eyes twinkle.

"Madwoman." he mouths.

I'm lifted against his chest and laid on the bed, his body spreading down the length of mine. Once he's swathed me, his mouth lowers and his lips take me worshipfully, softly working their way over me, his tongue sweeping through my mouth slowly.

Oh God. I don't know anymore.

I love him so much and I could weep at this moment.

Should I tell him how I feel? Why can't I just spit the words out? But after what I've went through with his unreasonable control today and based on his performances, you would think I would be scarpering, running as fast and as far as I can.

But actuaIly, I can't, I really can't. I just can't do it.

This is totally a disaster for me.