CHAPTER 56 – Ravished Until Dawn
The hotel room was thick with heat, the air heavy with sweat and the mingled scent of wine and lust. The sheets clung damply to Yichen's back as he lay sprawled on the bed, chest heaving, hair plastered to his forehead. His body trembled from what had just happened, but Andre wasn't finished—not even close.
Andre hovered above him, still buried deep inside, his own body trembling from release, but his eyes burned with a fire that had only grown stronger. He leaned down, brushing his lips against Yichen's ear.
"Did you think it was over?" he whispered, voice low and dark. "The night has barely begun."
Yichen let out a shaky breath, turning his face away. His lips parted as though to curse him, but no words came. His body betrayed him—the faint shiver of anticipation, the twitch of his muscles tightening around Andre's length.
Andre caught it. He always caught everything. He smirked, lips dragging across Yichen's damp cheek. "You're still hungry for me. Your body knows what it wants, even if your pride doesn't."
Without waiting for a response, Andre rolled his hips again, slow and deliberate. Yichen groaned, low and guttural, his hands fisting the sheets so tightly the fabric threatened to tear.
"Round two," Andre murmured, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, making the bed jolt beneath them. Yichen gasped, his head tossing back against the pillows.
Andre's thrusts quickened, merciless from the start. He gripped Yichen's wrists, pinning them above his head, forcing the man to take every deep, ruthless push. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, wet and obscene, blending with Yichen's muffled groans.
"You've only ever been on top, haven't you?" Andre taunted, his lips brushing over Yichen's jaw, his words cruel and soft all at once. "Always the one in control. But look at you now—flat on your back, spread wide, moaning under me."
Yichen's eyes squeezed shut, his teeth sinking into his lip. His body betrayed him again, tightening around Andre, pulling him deeper.
"Say it," Andre growled, biting at his neck. "Say you want it."
Yichen shook his head stubbornly, but the sound that left him—a broken, breathless moan—was louder than any denial. Andre thrust harder, angling just right until he hit that spot inside that made Yichen's entire body jolt.
"Ah—!" Yichen's cry tore through the air, raw and unguarded.
Andre laughed darkly, devouring the sound with a kiss. "That's it. Let me hear you."
The second round was faster, rougher, a storm crashing down without pause. Andre's pace was merciless, chasing another climax from Yichen, chasing his pride until it shattered completely. Yichen writhed beneath him, groaning, cursing, begging without meaning to. His release came hot and sudden, spilling across his chest, his muscles tightening so hard around Andre that it dragged him over the edge too.
Andre collapsed forward, chest to chest, both of them trembling from the intensity. But even as his breathing steadied, his body betrayed him—he was already hardening again, pressed against Yichen's thigh.
Yichen felt it and groaned, half in disbelief, half in dread. "You're insane…"
Andre lifted his head, eyes gleaming in the low light. "Mad for you." He kissed him, slow and lingering, before pulling out and watching Yichen shiver at the loss.
He didn't let the moment linger. Instead, he flipped Yichen onto his stomach, forcing him to kneel on shaky arms. Yichen turned his head to glare at him over his shoulder, but Andre only smirked. "Round three."
He slid back inside with a groan, the slick heat welcoming him, clenching around him as though Yichen's body couldn't bear to let him go. This time his pace was different—slower, deeper, grinding with intent. Each thrust sent a ripple through Yichen's body, his muscles straining, his voice breaking with helpless moans.
Andre's hands roamed, tracing every inch of Yichen's back, gripping his hips, spreading him wider. "You're beautiful like this," he murmured, kissing down the curve of his spine. "You're mine like this."
Yichen dropped his head, muffling his cries against the pillow, but it didn't hide the way his body moved, arching back, seeking more. Andre leaned down, pressing against his back, whispering against his ear. "You like it slower, don't you? Deeper. You like when I touch every part of you inside."
Yichen shuddered, his hands clawing at the sheets. He hated how true it was, hated how his body burned with every word. His pride said no, but his voice betrayed him with another desperate moan.
Andre stroked him in time with his thrusts, hand wrapped firmly around him, thumb teasing the sensitive tip. The rhythm built until Yichen's body gave way again, spilling hot and wet into the sheets, his cry muffled against the pillow. Andre followed soon after, groaning low in his throat as he filled him once more.
The room smelled of sex, heavy and raw, the sheets soaked and twisted. Both men were drenched in sweat, their chests heaving, their bodies trembling. For a moment, silence fell—just ragged breaths and the distant hum of the city outside.
Andre kissed the back of Yichen's neck softly, almost tenderly. "Still with me?"
Yichen groaned, collapsing flat against the bed. "You're… a damn monster." His voice was hoarse, raw from moaning.
Andre chuckled, pulling him back into his arms. "Then you're the one who feeds the monster."
But even as Yichen tried to catch his breath, Andre's body betrayed him again. He was already hardening, his arousal insatiable, his hunger endless. He nipped at Yichen's shoulder, grinding against him slowly.
Yichen stiffened, eyes widening. "No—Andre, you can't—"
"I can," Andre cut him off, voice thick with lust. "And I will. Until the sun rises, you're mine."
He pushed Yichen onto his side, wrapping an arm around his waist, pulling him close. The third round bled into the fourth, Andre's thrusts slow but relentless, grinding from behind, kissing and biting Yichen's neck as his hand stroked him to hardness again. Yichen cursed, moaned, groaned, his body betraying him once more, caught in the endless cycle of desire.
Time blurred. The night stretched on, round after round, until Yichen no longer knew how many times he had come, how many times Andre had filled him. His body shook, drenched in sweat, skin burning, lips swollen from kisses. Every inch of him throbbed, used and claimed.
But Andre's obsession didn't waver. Each climax only drove him to want more, to prove more, to break Yichen again and again until there was nothing left but surrender.
By the time the fourth—or was it the fifth?—climax rolled over them, Yichen was barely able to move, trembling and dazed, his voice raw. Andre held him close, pressing kisses into his damp hair, whispering promises of more.
The night was far from over.
Andre's hips rolled once again, already pressing inside, already seeking another round. He licked the sweat from Yichen's temple, his whisper dark and hungry. "Until dawn, Yichen. You'll belong to me until dawn."
And the night devoured them again.