All Chapters of Demon's Obsession - I'm Bound to Him: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

All I could think about, all I wanted, was for him to drink from me, to feel his mouth on my skin, and that intense pull that made the rest of the world disappear. It was heaven, a sensation beyond words, an ecstasy that went deeper than any pleasure I’d known.His fingers traced over me, slipping down between my thighs, pressing gently against the soft folds of me through the fabric of my underwear. But his touch felt distant, muted, almost like I was slipping away, sinking into the darkness that seemed to pull me under.A shiver ran through me, my vision blurring as my pulse slowed, each beat growing weaker beneath his grip.We were locked in this room, just the two of us, caught in this intense, dark moment where nothing else existed. He was drinking from me like a creature possessed, his mouth urgent and hungry against my skin, drinking deeply, lost to the need inside him. He didn’t notice as my body grew limp beneath him, as my skin turned pale and cool in his arms. The only sound

Eventually, the noise in my head began to fade, like waves pulling back from the shore, and I drifted off to sleep. But my peace didn’t last long. A sudden, sharp slap across my cheek yanked me back to consciousness.“Wake up, Princess! We don’t have all day!” Victoria’s voice snapped, her tone a mix of impatience and amusement as she leaned over me, already turning around to get out of the van.Disoriented, I squinted against the bright light, my head struggling to piece together where I was and what had woken me so suddenly. As I finally came to my senses, I realized we were standing on a broad, smooth road—and for the first time, I took in the sight around me.We were in Sichuan. And it was like nothing I’d ever seen before.The landscape was a tapestry of green, rolling out in every direction, woven with shades of emerald, Green, and forest that I could never have imagined. Mountains rose in gentle, terraced steps, each layer tinged with a hazy mist that clung to the peaks like sil

With a sigh, I grabbed my sword from the desk, its familiar weight grounding me. Needing to shake off the sharp ache of her words, I began practicing, moving through the routine to focus my mind. Each swing, each thrust, each parry let me channel the frustration coiling inside me. I was so engrossed I didn’t hear the door open until Chen’s quiet voice broke in."I’m sorry, I should have knocked," he said, stepping inside with a tray balanced in his hands.I paused, turning toward him with a faint smile. "It’s alright. Come on in."Chen stepped closer, setting the tray down, and watched me practice with an approving smile. I met his gaze, chuckling as I lowered my sword. "What?" I asked, raising a brow.He grinned. "You’re good at this," he complimented, nodding toward the sword. He extended his hands eagerly. "Mind if I give it a try?"I handed him the sword with a laugh. "Be my guest."As soon as he took it, I stepped back, giving him room. His form was flawless. Chen moved with an el

Blonde hair caught the light, his features sharpening with startling clarity. His presence was like a lifeline thrown into a stormy sea. My breath hitched, and I stared at him as though he were a ghost. “It’s been so long, Evan!” I murmured, a quivering smile breaking through my tears. He stepped closer, gripping my shoulders firmly. His touch was grounding, electric, as though he were tethering me back to the world. His voice was steady, resolute. “It’s not your fault.” He shook me gently, his words slicing through the suffocating haze. “It’s not your fault,” he repeated, and the weight in my chest began to lift, the whispers fading into silence. Like an anchor pulling me from the depths, he brought me back to myself. My grip on the blade loosened, and it fell to the floor. I stumbled to the sink, walking into the shower and letting the water rush over my trembling hands. I was trembling uncontrollably, my body shaking as though an unseen force held me in its merciless grip.

Victoria’s lips curved into a soft, teasing smile as she leaned closer. "I like coffee," she whispered, her voice as smooth as honey. Her lips brushed his, tentative at first, before deepening into a kiss that left him breathless. When they finally broke apart, her gaze locked on his. "Just so you know," she said softly, her voice trembling with sincerity, "it’s my first time."Chen’s hand reached up to brush a stray lock of hair from her face, his own vulnerability shining through his trembling voice. "Mine too," he admitted. The intimacy of the moment left them both exposed, their breaths mingling as they stood so close they could feel each other’s hearts racing. "Then let’s make sure we make the most of it," he whispered, his voice deepening as his arms wrapped around her. His hands roamed her curves with a mix of desperation and desire, pulling her against him as their lips met again, this time with a passion that left no room for hesitation. The kiss grew more urgent, their