Luring Her into His Embrace: The CEO's Deep Devotion

Chapter 3: Addicted

Yin Ying patted Ye Weixi on the shoulder. “I really have to go; Senior Su is waiting for me. If you’re ever in danger, call me. Even though my family doesn’t dare cross Yan Chenye, I’d risk everything to come rescue you myself.”

With those words, Yin Ying disappeared from the dressing room like a gust of wind, leaving no trace behind, evoking a sense of “leaving without taking a single cloud.”

Ye Weixi brushed off her shoulder in disdain, suspecting Yin Ying had done it on purpose—knowing her obsession with cleanliness, yet still patting her bare shoulder with the phone-holding hand, undoubtedly brimming with germs. It was like adding insult to injury!

Sighing, Ye Weixi took another bite of bread, shaking her head. *Throwing friendship aside for a man!* she thought. And after she had even helped with her ridiculously tough doctoral thesis! Feeling she had eaten enough, Ye Weixi finally stood to change out of her dress.

Just as she slipped out of her gown, the dressing room door swung open.

Irritated, Ye Weixi instinctively frowned and looked back, only to see Yan Chenye. Reflexively, she covered her chest, relieved she hadn’t yet removed her slip.

“Um… Master Yan, I haven’t finished changing,” she murmured, her tone soft and sweet. Her own overly demure voice nearly made her shudder.

Yan Chenye’s lips curved, his deep-set eyes studying her intently from head to toe. Her perfectly proportioned figure, those long, slender legs—everything about her ignited his imagination.

Tonight, he felt himself to be the luckiest man alive.

Known for his aloof, refined demeanor and his strict restraint, Yan Chenye was rarely seen smiling. Yet now, looking at this woman before him, he couldn’t suppress a smirk.

Gone was his icy aura, that chilling presence like the Shura King.

“I’ll help you change,” he said, his deep voice rich with magnetism, stepping toward her with an unmistakable glint in his eyes.

Caught under his intense gaze, shrouded by his overpowering aura, Ye Weixi felt herself freeze, momentarily forgetting to respond.

Yan Chenye, captivated by her pure, clear-eyed beauty, placed his hands on her shoulders and gently turned her to face the mirror.

He brushed his fingers along her shoulder, then leaned down and pressed a kiss to the back of her neck.

Ye Weixi felt a mixture of warmth and coolness where his lips touched, her entire body tensing even further. After a moment’s hesitation, she shifted slightly.

She wasn’t sure what Yan Chenye meant by this, nor did she dare guess, so she kept still.

But to her surprise, his kisses grew bolder, his breath warmer, moving slowly up from her shoulder to her slender neck, and finally pausing at her delicate earlobe.

With his lips brushing against her ear, he gently closed his dark eyes, his mouth teasing and nibbling.

Ye Weixi felt her mouth go dry, a spark igniting within her.

“Master Yan…” she whispered softly, her voice filled with reluctant desire.

Just as she sought an excuse to end this irrational entanglement, Ye Weixi suddenly found herself turned around again.

Yan Chenye’s face, closer than ever, allowed no time for her to react before his lips pressed firmly onto hers.

She could feel the heat of his breath and his faint, masculine scent—a scent that, to her surprise, she didn’t mind.

To her shock, she, who usually found men unappealing, didn’t feel any revulsion toward this man’s unrestrained advances.

Yan Chenye kissed her with a dominating force, as if he intended to draw her completely into himself.

Her knees weakened, and she staggered back two steps, leaning against the dressing table.

For a long moment, he toyed with her soft, rose-like lips, until the clattering of bottles and jars falling to the floor jolted her from the haze.

Before she could react, he lifted her legs, and in one swift motion, she found herself seated on the vanity, her back pressed against the mirror by this tall, handsome man.

Dizzy from his relentless kisses, her hands clung to his arms, barely able to keep up.

For a man known to be cold and restrained, Yan Chenye’s kisses were undeniably alluring, even addictive.

Noticing her thoughts wandering, Ye Weixi placed her hands on his strong chest, gently trying to push him away.

But her limbs felt weak, and she treasured her hands too much to push hard. She had already lost her first kiss, so she might as well enjoy this rare feeling of romance. As Yin Ying had said, he was handsome, after all, so she wasn’t exactly at a loss!

Still, it was her first kiss, gone in such a daze. Though a bit distressed, she consoled herself with the idea of making it worth her while.

As Yan Chenye kissed her deeply, he was surprised when the woman trapped beneath him wrapped her arms around his neck, her tongue tentatively responding to his.

His Adam’s apple bobbed, and he felt his body tense. What began as a simple taste of her sweetness was now a temptation to take things much, much further…