Be Gentle, Immortal Master

"Qing-er." He nudged my lips. "Do you approve of the purchase we made?"

I could do nothing but moan in response when his palm slid beneath my underlayers and traced my inner thighs. There was probably only a smidge of cream left on his fingers, but that was enough to burn my senses away, to consume me. The tremors in my body hadn't even fully subsided, yet the heat was already rising again, searing me with his touch. I wiggled, parting my legs subconsciously to answer to his caress, and when the burdensome garments became too restricting, he tugged on them. With a soft rustle, they fell onto the floor.

He straightened and quickly shed his own clothes as well, then loomed over me again, another scoop of cream on his fingertip. I stared at him in puzzlement. He had already wreaked havoc on all my most sensitive spots … where else could he rub that on?

He saw the question in my eyes and chuckled. Pressing his body onto mine, he sealed our lips together, and his finger slid into me.

"Um!!" I almost bit him as the sensation scorched me from within. The thought of using it like this hadn't even crossed my mind … And the shock only added to the intensity of its effect. I was already too sensitive after all he had done before, and that sudden, sensual touch was all it took to make me burst into flames once more. I moaned hard, but he didn't give those sounds a chance to escape before silencing them with our tangled tongues.

I could feel the result of my reaction on him, as his shaft was hard and hot against my thigh, his breaths heavy against my cheeks. But he took his time. His finger moved, slithering and swirling nimbly inside me, letting sparks of pleasure dance over his fingertip and follow him to every hidden corner in every direction. I whimpered again and again. The burn was almost palpable, relentless, and I didn't know what else I could do to fight back that maddening feeling except clench him tighter, sucking him harder in our fierce kiss.

I never knew my body was capable of feeling something like this. The sensation was too strong, the pleasure too wild, and all I could hear in the room were my muffled moans and the smacking sound of his finger sliding in and out of me. I didn't want to know if the sheets had already turned wet beneath us … And there wasn't enough of my mind left intact to think about it anyway, because finally, he slid over to that spot where I both dreaded and wanted him to touch, and he pressed onto it.

"!!!" The ecstasy rushing through my body was so overpowering that I almost lost my voice. I heard a feeble sound almost like a mew coming out of me, and I wondered for a moment if my soul had leaped out of my body. How was a feeling like this possible?

"Little devil," he released my lips and breathed, "you're clenching me so tight …"

I didn't know if he was referring to my claws on his shoulder or somewhere else, though I didn't care. "Bai Ye …" I panted in my mad tremor, and I could no longer tell if my words were either audible or made any sense. "I want you … I want it … from you …"

I couldn't explain what I was feeling then. My head was still spinning from the climax, but instead of the usual gratification, I felt empty. This pleasure was nothing like what I had ever experienced, but it wasn't enough, and something felt missing. I wanted more … and I wanted him to give it to me, to share it with me.

He must've understood, as his kisses grazed over my cheek, my neck, and landed over my ears. "Qing-er," he whispered, with a hard edge to his tone that must be from the equally excruciating fire burning him from the inside, and he plunged into me.

A squeal tore out of my throat. The familiar fullness of him filled all that emptiness within me, replacing it with a new wave of unbelievable sensations. I didn't know anything could feel this good … this right. I draped my quivering arms around his shoulders, though my body had grown too weak that I could barely hold on to him. "Take me …" I said breathlessly. "Take me hard …"

He obliged, slamming deep into me with every motion. Every thrust made me buckle and tremble, and as I shook over my limit once more, I wondered with the tiny bit of decency left in my head whether I was screaming like a slut. I buried my face into his neck, trying to hide those sounds, but he straightened me. "Let me hear it," he nibbled my ear, his hot breath dancing over my already burning skin. "Let me remember it."

I set myself free then, letting my voice fill the air around us. The insane surge of pleasure engulfed me like a storm, so powerful and irresistible that I thought it'd shatter me to pieces. But I wanted none less. I wanted him to engulf me, to shatter me, to take me to the impossible realm of euphoria and back again, and I lost count of how many times he had done exactly that.

I trembled. I cried. I forgot how any of this was possible, and all I remembered was that this was the feeling only he could bring me. I screamed his name again and again, shuddered in his arms again and again until finally, with one last deep thrust, he stilled. The salacious sounds filling the room slowly quieted, replaced by our erratic pants. Gasping against my neck, he lowered himself down carefully next to me, keeping my shivering body in his embrace.

"Qing-er." He kissed me.. That hard edge to his tone was still there. "Wouldn't you agree this is a pleasure worth dying for?"