The pain I expected didn't co. He slid into like a soundless oar gliding into the water, leaving only a ripple of sensation that actually felt … comfortable.
I draped my arms over his shoulders, pulling him lower towards . I liked the closeness of him, and I didn't want anything else between us. The rhythm of his body rising and falling above was soothing, reassuring, and the flex of his muscles reminded again of that glimpse I caught, his graceful figure gilded in the golden afternoon sun.
Only a week had passed since then, yet so much had changed.
His hand was still tracing over my body, caressing every inch of with his touch, relentlessly eliciting my pants and gasps. Flutters stirred in , and I suddenly wondered what he felt like, so I followed his lead, running my fingers slowly down his spine. His broad fra and lean sinews pulsed under my palm, and his skin was surprisingly smooth, radiating heat.
"You are burning ," he breathed, his lips hot against mine.
The flutters intensified. I heard the encouragent in his voice, and my hand slid further down, past his strong waist, his wide hip bones. I couldn't have been more familiar with his figure after watching him from the dark for the past five years, but the touch was foreign, enticing, consuming. He was burning as well.
His breathing grew heavy when I reached his tightly muscled lower abdon, and I suddenly realized that I was almost at the spot where we beca one. Heat rose to my throat, but my hand halted, giving in to my false illusion of modesty.
I didn't want him to mistake my hesitation for reluctance, and I fought my stubbornness. But before I could will myself to move again, he clasped his hand over mine and brought it to his chest, pressed against his heart.
"Qing-er," he locked eyes with , his pulses strong beneath my palm. "I know what my heart desires, and I know yours. You don't need to force yourself to prove anything to ."
I gazed at him as if in a trance. Even as our bodies entwined in the most intimate way possible, those simple words sparked sothing different. Warmth flowed and filled , swelling like a bubbling hot spring.
If he ant what he said … then this wasn't simply dual cultivation any longer. It was sothing more. Much more.
I let my other hand reach up, running my thumb over the corner of his full lips, the bridge of his tall nose, the tip of his thick lashes. Pale moonlight cast a soft, cool shadow over his sharp features, but his face was hot to the touch like the rest of him.
"I … I had wanted to do this last ti," I said as I cupped his cheek. His lips curled into a smile, and he tilted his head slightly, planting a kiss into my palm.
"And this." I wrapped both of my arms around his neck and pulled him closer, burying my face into his broad shoulders and swaying along with his motion. His long hair cascaded over , silky and cool against my skin, slling like fresh sumr rain. I held him tight, as if that would stop anyone from taking him away from , as if that was the last thing I wanted to hold on to in this world.
His hand slid into my hair, and he kissed on the top of my head. "I'm not going anywhere," he reassured as if he read my mind.
Warmth swelled in again, and the next thing I knew my lips were on his, hungrily demanding his scent, his breath, his love. He moaned softly and pressed deeper into . The sense of warmth beca even stronger, and then I was suddenly aware of what that feeling really was.
"Bai Ye …" I whispered, nervously clutching his shoulders.
The sensation was so unfamiliar that it didn't seem to belong to my body. It was subtle at first, but grew quickly with every movent of him, every pulse building sharper and stronger. The room beca hot. I started to feel sweat breaking on my forehead, and the sheets turned sticky against my back.
"Qing-er." He brushed aside a wet strand of hair stuck to my face. "I had wanted to do this last ti," he whispered my own words back into my ear and circled his arm around , kissing harder, thrusting faster.
"Um … Bai Ye … ah …" I couldn't suppress the moans anymore, and they echoed along with our heavy breaths all around us. I felt like a tiny raft riding the high seas, drifting and rising and falling at the rcy of the wild waters. The waves surged higher, higher, so high that I was terrified of the mont when it would break. I writhed in his arms, clutching him tighter, afraid to be consud by the unexplainable feeling. Yet it was so irresistible, so … pleasurable.
"And, this," he said and plunged into , hard and deep.
I cried out loud as the wave of sensations finally carried to the peak, and a tremor shot from deep inside all the way to my fingertips, my toes, my every inch of being. It was a sensation that I didn't know I was capable of feeling, and it overwheld all my senses, blacked out all my thoughts, leaving my whole body trembling in ecstasy.
I panted, my breaths a broken series of shivering puffs. I couldn't process what had just happened, and the world ceased to exist.
A gentle brush of lips brought back to my senses. "Like my proof?" He gathered in his arms. The unmistakable spiritual power from him was already pulsing in my veins, vigorously, lovingly.
I understood then how wrong I was. None of this had ever been about his responsibility to save my life. It was about .
"Why ?" I asked, my voice still trembling.
There was a brief pause. Then he kissed again, "Do you believe in destiny?"
I smiled and sealed my lips against his. But in my mind I replied: I don't believe in destiny.. I believe in you.
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