My Husband's Wedding- Chapter Eighteen

My Husband’s Wedding

Witch-Mistress-Animaru

Warning! Intense Lemon Scenes in this chapter. If you aren’t up to that, I suggest you skip this chapter and just wait for the next. Ha-ha. But seriously, you’ve been warned.

18: Life with You

Even a week after she was ‘forced’ to move in with Syaoran, Sakura still seemed to be in a daze with the sudden turn of events. She found it hard to believe that only a few months ago she was living a peaceful, normal life with her son in the outskirts of Okinawa. It felt like ages.

She barely saw Syaoran during the day. He woke up and left early everyday and went home extremely late. They shared the same room, but Syaoran has taken the liberty to give her the bed and he slept in the couch; sometimes in the comforter.

Xiao Chen, on the other hand, seemed to be having the time of his life. He was being pampered by everyone, especially by his grandmother and five aunts, who, upon knowing about Xiao Chen have paid the mansion a visit. And though the Elders were all apprehensive and hostile at first, they started to warm to Xiao Chen, and yes, to Sakura. It was impossible to live with the boy and not like him. Sakura felt that the family had gotten over the initial shock and began to accept them as a part of the family.

News writers and reporters had had a field day when Syaoran formally broke his engagement with Keira the day after they moved in the Mansion. He also announced his 6-year old marriage to Sakura, and his son to boot. For the next three days, paparazzi hounded the family like pompous guard dogs, and they circled the Li Mansion like a vulture does its prey. Some even camped outside the front gates, hoping to get a glimpse of Syaoran’s family. Eventually, the news died a natural death; perhaps they got tired of waiting outside the hostile walls of the Li Mansion.

Sakura, however, had begun to miss her life before all this happened. She missed the shop, and she missed her friends. Most of all, she missed her work and all its hypes and her shop. Or maybe she just hated sitting around the mansion doing nothing. But knowing that the circumstances have changed, she knew she had to ask for the approval of the family.

Yelan Li was against the idea. Somehow, Sakura had the feeling that Yelan knew more than she was letting on about the situation between her and Syaoran, and obviously she wants them to do something about it. She thinks that Sakura going to work again will only worsen things.

“You really should just stay here,” she said after Sakura had confided in her about her plans of handling her shop once again. “And take care of your family. It’d be much better, in fact, if you try and do something about your relationship with my son.” She smiled upon seeing Sakura’s expression. “Yes, I know…do not ask how or why. But if I can’t stop you, then you better talk to your husband about your plans.” She added, then turned and left Sakura to ponder on what she said.

So now, here she is, after a raging battle in her head, impatiently waiting for Syaoran to arrive in their room. She has rehearsed her lines a dozen times, practicing what she was about to say to him, but somehow knowing that it could go very wrong indeed.

It was way past ten o’clock when the door swung open and revealed a very haggard Syaoran. He reeked of alcohol.

“You’re still awake?” He said, looking quite surprised. He swayed a little and she rushed to him.

“Um…I was waiting for you to come home, actually.” She said as she supported him to the couch.

Syaoran nodded disconcertedly as he stared at her.

‘Better hurry on with the script,’ she thought.

“Anone…Syaoran, I was thinking of re-handling my shop back in Okinawa, and I…” She stopped short, for Syaoran wasn’t even listening. He moved towards her in alarmingly great strides that she stopped talking altogether, her eyes wide.

“You’re drunk.” She stated dumbly, being loss for words. Syaoran was now in front of her, causing her to tense.

“Well,” he said casually, “I’ve had quite a few drinks — celebration, you know? We had a successful business deal.” He even grinned down at her, reminding her of the Syaoran she used to know, way back six years ago.

“Oh…I-I guess I’ll talk to you tomorrow morning…” She stammered out, walking past him hurriedly as she felt the tension between them thicken. Then his hand shot out, holding her tightly in the wrists.

“Sakura,” he whispered. She turned reluctantly. “I missed you…for six years I have.”

“You’re just drunk. You’ll forget all this in the morning.” She said, her voice trembling as she tried to withdraw her arm from him.

“I don’t think so…” He slurred the words out and pulled her to him that she nearly shrieked with surprise. He put his arms around her which made her stiffen.

“Let me go, Syaoran,” she said, although she really didn’t mean it. There was no conviction in her voice, but she did try to struggle, causing them to lose balance and fall on the floor, him on top of her.

----LEMON ALERT-----

For what seemed to be an eternity, they just gazed into each other’s eyes. Then he leaned forward and kissed her lingeringly in the lips. She didn’t even try to move away.

“I’m not drunk,” he stated in a hoarse voice after they broke apart, gasping for breath. “I want you to understand that I know what I’m doing…I want you so badly, but I’m not about to force you to anything…” The sincerity in his voice was so clear that her eyes misted.

“…I really want to start all over again…With you…and my son…our son…”

Still, she couldn’t find the right words to say.

He reluctantly got up, but she pulled her to him and kissed him passionately.

He groaned agonizingly before pulling her closer to him. Their tongues lashed against each other, and he began to undress her hurriedly.

She didn’t know how they managed to make it to the bed, but somehow they did. At other moments she would have turned red with embarrassment by the way she acted…so…so…wantonly. But at the moment she didn’t care.

Moments later, both of them naked as they were born, his hands began to roam her body, while their lips were locked in a fiery kiss.

He began kneading, teasing, fondling. Waves and waves of pleasure shot straight to her center of femininity, causing her to gasp erotically.

Then his other hand went down there, and she gasped as his fingers found her and entered her in one fluid motion. His fingers rotated, twisted and turned inside her that would have sent her screaming if not for the fact that their lips were still locked together.

Then his lips began to follow his fingers. He bent low and kissed her taut nipples, encircling them with wet butterfly kisses that made her yearn for more. Then his head went lower…lower…he was between her thighs…

“Syaoran!” She screamed as his tongue snaked and lashed at her clitoris; all the time holding her hips firmly so she wouldn’t wiggle too much. She squirmed with delight.

He chuckled throatily as she pulled his hair to yank him up. He did so, and she pulled him closer as she arched her back to accommodate him.

He entered her slowly, filling her up inch by inch until she felt….full. He moved as slowly and she felt her frustration mount up.

“You…you love teasing me, don’t…you?” She gasped out as he petted her there, and he laughed throatily at this.

“What…makes you think so?”

“Damn you…Syaoran!” She shrieked; her body stretching as she longed for fulfillment.

“You like it quick, don’t you, sweetheart?” He said, but increased his pace. She felt herself spiral up to the throes of fulfillment…

…Then, in one last thrust, he sowed his seed on her and cried out her name.

“Beautiful,” she murmured sleepily as they both gasped for breath. In a moment, she had fallen asleep.

Syaoran nuzzled her towards his chest, his arms enclosing on her protectively.

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That night, they did it twice more, when she awakened to Syaoran’s teasing hands on intimate parts of her body. It was dawn when they finally fell into sleep.

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Syaoran woke up early in the afternoon with Sakura snuggled up beside him, sleeping soundly. He smiled gently as warmth touched his heart, flowing up to the tips of his fingers. He gazed at her, the one woman he loved, and will always love.

Let the past be past, he thought happily. No matter what happened, he was willing to forget everything and start over again.

With that in mind, he went back to sleep, hugging her protectively.

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Sakura felt, in the past few weeks, that she had been living a normal life with Syaoran. She now had no intention of returning to manage the shop in Okinawa. Kioko was there anyway. She devoted all her time to her husband and son.

She and Syaoran didn’t argue anymore. They talked without shouting themselves hoarse, and he stayed home as long as he could. He rarely left on weekends lest he was meeting someone important. They spend most of them with Xiao Chen, taking him to parks and carnivals and malls.

And it all felt so real.

Yelan Li did not fail to notice the change in her, and this was proved true when she approached Sakura in the garden.

“I am very glad that you listened to me. I like you, Sakura; you are good for my little wolf.” She said with a knowing smile, leaving Sakura very much embarrassed.

It all seemed too good to be true. She thought something was bound to go wrong any moment.

For nothing good, she thought, ever lasts forever.

How very right she was.