I knew he was trying to reassure , but did he not know that if all the masters and disciples waiting for a chance to look at him like this were to line up at our door, they would've made it all the way past Mount Hua's main gate?
Besides, the sa look would be a lot more alluring on them instead of … particularly in Su Nian's large, gleaming almond eyes.
I lowered my gaze, trying to push that image out of my mind. "I just wish I could be better for you," I said. "Prettier, especially."
Because I might be able to change other things, but my appearances weren't within my control. Beauty wasn't one of my endownts, and it never would be.
A light chuckle ca into my ears. "I wish you could see what I see." His lips brushed over the side of my neck. "Do you know what looking at you every day does to , Qing-er?"
I stilled. His breath was hot against my ear, and I realized belatedly that he had probably been prodding from behind for quite a while. "Bai—" I opened my mouth to respond, but the rest of the sentence was replaced by a moan when his tongue flicked over my earlobe.
"You are beautiful," he whispered as he nibbled lightly. "If you get any more tempting than you already are, I might never be able to control myself around you."
My heart skipped a beat. He rarely talked like this, and the heat in those words burned . It didn't sound like he was saying it only to comfort … Could he really think that I was … as attractive as all those real beauties?
He heard my silent thoughts, and his arms tightened around . "No more diffident comnts about yourself." The soft tickles from his breath sent little tingles down my cheeks. "You are perfect the way you are, and I thank the heavens every day for letting have you. There is nothing more I could ever ask for."
The raw cherishnt in his voice lted my heart. "Bai Ye …" I reached up behind , letting my hand slip over his nape. "I …"
I didn't know what to say. I felt wordless against such unreserved affection, and I wondered what I had done to deserve this from him. "I …"
"Say 'I miss you'," he coaxed, filling the silence from the pause. "Or 'I want you'." Another moan escaped as his lips trailed down my neck, dropping warm, wet kisses along the way. "It's been too quiet here the past week. No one to give jealous looks, and no one to change my bandages for . I had to do it all by myself."
The forged plaintive tone didn't fit him at all, but I found it adorable. I chuckled a little. "H-How are your wounds?" I asked.
"They have healed. Just in ti so that you can wrap your arms around ."
I was pondering how I could wrap my arms around him while sitting in his lap when suddenly, he lifted and dropped onto the table across from the mirror. Pressing into the wall behind , he sealed my lips, taking in a deep, hard kiss.
I gasped at the familiar sensation sweeping over . The scent of cedar, the taste of herbs, the heat of that fire and everything else that was unmistakably him scorched and sizzled . I did miss him … even more than I realized, and before I knew it, I was parting my lips wide and inviting him in, savoring him as if I was hungry, thirsty. Instead of wrapping my arms around him, I pulled on his robe, tugging it loose.
Our mingled breaths quickened, and his hands moved along with mine. One worked the ribbons of my clothes while the other slid beneath my collar impatiently, tracing my collarbone and gliding down my chest. I moaned into his mouth when his fingers grazed over my breast, stroking my sensitive tip.
"Qing-er," he breathed as he shed the layers of my garnts off my shoulder in the anti. "You make the most beautiful sounds in this world."
I moaned again when he pinched between his fingertips, sending a sharp spark throughout my body. Roaring fire consud my senses, and my hands clawed at his belt. With a satisfying rustle of fabric, I yanked his robe and breeches free, whereas his wondrous fingers slid down my bottom, lifting ever so slightly to pull my underlayers off.
"And the most beautiful sight," he added and took a step back, breaking our kiss.
Caught off guard by his sudden change, I opened my eyes, staring at him in confusion. He was standing a few paces away from , fully bare. Afternoon sunlight glowed through the curtains next to , casting a soft halo over his skin. He looked like a god. Though unlike the solemn, subli god that he was on the first day I had t him, he was a sensual and sumptuous one this ti, gilded in lure and temptation.
But what struck even more than the breathtaking sight of his body was the look in his eyes. I knew I was facing him equally bare, and I knew how hard he had already been this whole ti, yet there was no lust in his eyes. He was looking at as if I was a godly creation of beauty and might, as if he was paying homage to the sight in front of him just as much as I did him. His gaze was filled with love and longing, with only a hint of desire glinting from its depth.
"Qing-er," he said softly, closing the distance between us again, and I thought I heard a thousand unspoken words in that simple sound.. A dazzling light glead in his eyes as he leaned in, holding in his arms, and kissed again.
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