Feng Ming apprehensively made his way into the room and his eyes were downcast in fear of what was to come. Before he a second to lift his face, he ran into a st.u.r.dy chest.

　　He was quickly engulfed into a familiar embrace.

　　Rong Tian’s infuriated face rested on top of his head.

　　‘Where did you go?’ his lover demanded in an authoritative voice.

　　‘Just outside the palace’, Feng Ming played innocent as he blinked his large doe eyes.

　　‘Who gave you permission to leave the palace grounds?’ He chided.

　　Feng Ming reprised feigning a wrongfully accused voice, ‘Didn’t you say, as long as I am in Xi Rei no harm will come to me?’

　　The King vented his frustration on his lover, his mouth bit down on the nape of Feng Ming’s slight shoulder.

　　‘Enough with bickering, when I returned I was informed by the servants you had taken your personal servants with you. Did you know how much I worried? Chiu Lan and the girls are increasingly out of line. It is time to teach them a lesson!’

　　‘I was the one who wanted to go out, you can’t punish them!’ defended Feng Ming.

　　‘Yes, you’ll be the first on the list.’

　　Seeing his beloved had returned safe and sound, the raging anger within was quickly extinguished.

　　His stern face relaxed into a sly smile.

　　‘The next time you dare sneak out again, I will thoroughly discipline you.’ He chuckled,

　　‘So, where did you go?’

　　Feng Ming darted his gaze to think of a believable answer, ‘I was monitoring the new terraces you’ve ordered that are under construction.’

　　‘What do you think about the progress?’ the King beckoned in a husky tone. A hand slipped under the folds of Feng Ming’s collar.

　　Rong Tian’s hand was like a hungry wolf savoring the young warm skin.

　　Under Rong Tian’s extremely skillful touch, Feng Ming had long forgotten about his lame terrace excuse. Instead, his legs faltered and he couldn’t help but rest his weight into the nook of the King’s arms.

　　Feng Ming released a provocative moan.

　　‘I want to eat you whole.’ The young man in his arms was aroused. Rong Tian looked at his lover with a look of appraisal.

　　Feng Ming had long lost any will to put up a fight. He surrendered straightforwardly, ‘Then go ahead and eat up.’

　　On this rare occasion, Rong Tian showed restraint like a n.o.ble gentlemen.

　　He smiled and shook his head. ‘I don’t have time to dine now.’

　　‘Why?’ Feng Ming’s bedroom eyes were half-cast. His cheeks were fl.u.s.tered.

　　Such an alluring face made the King’s heart itch and unbearable itch. He sealed the young man’s lips and started to purse his own to gently nip them.

　　Layers upon layers of Feng Ming’s extravagant outfit were peeled off and discarded onto the floor.

　　‘Rong Tian…’ Feng Ming moaned suggestively.

　　Rong Tian’s raised an eyebrow, without notice he swept Feng Ming into his arms and carried him to their bed.

　　‘Ah!’ A small whelp came from Feng Ming.

　　Feng Ming was about to reach his peak, his shaft begged for release. He yanked desperately at the King’s collar.

　　‘I want to…’ he gasped.

　　‘What do you want?’ The King grinned at the young man’s predicament.

　　The King’s heart was burning with desire for Feng Ming. He had to exercise self control and not act too rashly.

　　Rong Tian’s eyes studied the slender body pinned beneath him. His skillful danced along Feng Ming’s skin like a seasoned pianist, hitting all the right notes.

　　Feng Ming painstakingly tried to suppress his voice. He sounded like a small kitten meowing for more milk. His body ached and begged to be released. Rong Tian coaxed his manhood into submission. Feng Ming’s craving was consoled by the King’s delicate touch. Soon enough, creamy liquid oozed from the tip.

　　 ‘Feng Ming, was that comfortable?’

　　The younger man nodded but with dissatisfaction on his face. He propped himself up and bit down on Rong Tian’s neck with no mercy. 

　　‘Ouch!’ the King was taken by surprise. 

　　Without warning Rong Tian flipped the man around and bent him over his knees and gave his bare cheeks two playful smacks.

　　‘You dare to bite the King of Xi Rei, how audacious!’ he mocked. 

　　‘I wouldn’t dare to but I am always the one who is left in a shameful position!’ Feng Ming exclaimed.

　　His doe eyes glared at the King with the tenacity of a mob boss putting his foot down. ‘You don’t have any physical deficiencies in that department so why don’t you just be more direct?’ **

　　‘Direct?’ Rong Tian’s throat made a strange sound.

　　This kid is acting reckless, even giving me an invitation. If it wasn’t for my concern over your health condition I would have eaten you alive, bones and all by now! 

　　However, the King was in the dark behind the true reason why Feng Ming was so receptive and needy for physical contact.

　　Since Princess Miao Guang raised the topic of marriage, Feng Ming pondered over an inevitable milestone in a King’s life. He knew Rong Tian would eventually take in a wife, in fact he feared it. If that was to ever happen Feng Ming’s heart would know nothing but pain. He worried about their unknown future. He couldn’t restrain his emotions and wanted to be held by the King.

　　‘That’s right, even though I’m scared of it hurting. I feel like I am ready to go through…go through to…’Feng Ming spoke bashfully.

　　His eyes avoided the King’s as he reached out to take the initiative. His delicate hand gently wrapped over the King’s murder weapon that had long been standing at attention.

　　Heat from the King’s p.e.n.i.s seeped out from the cloth that bound it back. Rong Tian’s patience was at the breaking point. Feng Ming was really testing him.

　　‘Are you positive you want to go all the way?’ The King’s ability to fight his primal needs was commendable as he tried to speak with the last of his reason. He studied Feng Ming’s face.

　　Feng Ming gave him a m.u.f.fled sound of approval.

　　‘You aren’t afraid of the pain?’  He gave him one last chance to back out.

　　Feng Ming closed his eyes, bit his lower lip and nodded silently.

　　The younger man was a delicacy that had dangle before him, now there was nothing to restrain the King from monopolizing him. Inwardly, Rong Tian gave out a wild howl.

　　Even though he was bursting with hunger the King’s movements were still very gentle and considerate. He softly pushed Feng Ming down flat against their pallet.

　　‘Don’t be scared,’ His voice was overflowing with l.u.s.t.

　　‘I…I’m not scared at all…’ the younger man’s voice was betraying him.

　　A pair of large hands ghost over his waist, slowly tracing over the supple skin.