Re-birth: The Beginning after the End-Chapter 227: PERFECT [R-18]

**WARNING - Mature Content**

The raw hunger in his expression shifted and evolved as he looked at her—primal desire tempered by recognition, possessiveness softened by wonder—all melding into something that transformed what might have been merely carnal into an act of worship.

"Perfect." Mo Xing muttered. "So fucking perfect."

He reached for her again, but this time his touch was different—still passionate but tinged with reverence, as if each caress were both exploration and homecoming. His fingertips traced invisible patterns across her skin, leaving trails of spiritual energy that shimmered with obsidian luminescence before sinking beneath the surface. They merged with her essence, fragmented images flickered at the edges of her consciousness—gardens suspended in celestial mist, conversations beneath the moon, and vows exchanged under the stars.

With unexpected gentleness, Mo Xing gathered her in his arms and lifted her from his lap. He placed her on the bed with deliberate care, arranging her against the sheets as if positioning a priceless treasure.

His golden eyes roamed her form once more as he positioned himself above her, powerful arms caging her on either side.

"I'm going to take my time, my love," he whispered, voice suffused with both promise and warning. "Be a good girl and let me reacquaint myself with every inch of you."

Li Hua's breath hitched at his words, her body tensing with a mix of desire and vulnerability. She nodded slightly, her trust in him absolute, even as her heart pounded in her chest.

Mo Xing smiled, a slow, knowing curve of his lips, before reaching out to slowly unravel the last of her robes. The linen slipped away like water, pooling around her hips until she lay completely exposed beneath his gaze.

A strange vulnerability washed over her, one that went beyond her physical nakedness. It was the spiritual bareness of being seen so deeply, as if he could pierce through her flesh to her very soul. His eyes held her captive, their intensity both comforting and unnerving. She felt laid bare in a way she never had before, yet there was no shame, only a profound sense of connection.

He leaned down, his lips brushing hers in a tender kiss that spoke of longing and devotion. His breath warmed her skin, carrying the familiar scent of night-blooming flowers and pine that is his signature fragrance. Then, with aching slowness, he began to move downward, his mouth tracing a path along the curve of her jaw, the hollow of her throat, the swell of her breasts. Each touch was deliberate, each kiss a reverent exploration.

His tongue swirled around her nipple, teasing it into a tight peak before sucking gently, his hands cradling the weight of her breasts as if they were the most precious things he had ever held. She arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips as pleasure coiled low in her belly.

"Mine," he growled against her skin, the possessive declaration vibrating through her core as he claimed her other breast with the same fervent attention.

Heavens, the sensations cascading through her were nothing like she had anticipated. Each deliberate swirl of his tongue against her skin sent spirals of tingles rushing up her spine. Every calculated nip and gentle bite awakened pleasure she had never known. Li Hua found herself craving more with an intensity that transcended mere physical desire—a soul-deep hunger.

Her hands ran through his hair, fingers tangling in the silken strands as their gazes connected in silent communication—his golden eyes seeking permission, hers granting it without reservation. A slow smile curved his lips before he began a deliberate descent, his mouth trailing kisses on the contours of her ribs, the dip of her navel, the elegant curve of her hips—each kiss reverently placed as if marking sacred terrain.

With a firmness that startled Li Hua, Mo Xing gripped her thighs, his long fingers pressing into the soft flesh with controlled strength. He positioned himself between her legs, his golden eyes holding hers in a gaze that contained both hunger and reverence. Lowering his head with deliberate slowness, he ran his nose along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, inhaling deeply as if committing her most intimate scent to memory.

"Mine," he whispered against her heated core, the declaration equal parts possession and worship. The warm caress of his breath against such sensitive flesh sent a tremor of anticipation through her entire body, meridians flaring with spiritual energy that responded to his claim. Before she could respond, his mouth claimed her in the most intimate of ways, erasing all possibility of coherent thought.

Li Hua moaned as her back arched involuntarily from the bed, her fingers clutching desperately at the sheets beneath her. Each stroke of his tongue against her most sensitive flesh sent waves of pleasure cascading through her body, building like spiritual energy gathering before cultivation breakthrough. The sensation was both earthly and divine—too intense to be merely physical, too profound to be solely spiritual.

His mouth moved with expert precision, his tongue delving deeper, tasting and exploring with the deliberate skill of one who knew exactly how to unravel her. When he added a finger, the gentle intrusion drew a sharp gasp from her lips. His golden eyes flashed as he growled in primal satisfaction. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

"Fuck, you're so wet, my love," Mo Xing murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Your essence flows like nectar. I love how my fingers are coated in your desire."

"Mo Xing," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I've never felt—" Her words dissolved into a gasp as he pressed deeper.

"Tell me what you feel," he commanded softly, his golden eyes never leaving her face. "I want to hear every sensation I'm giving you."

Li Hua moaned as she felt him slide a second finger alongside the first. He curled them inside her with deliberate pressure against a point that seemed directly connected to her core. "I can't—I can't describe it," she managed between ragged breaths. "It's like... spiritual energy coursing through every meridian and every inch of my body simultaneously."

"That's it," he encouraged, his free hand caressing her thigh. "Let yourself feel everything. Don't hold back from me."

The pleasure spiraled higher, transcending ordinary sensation entirely as each expert stroke sent waves of ecstasy radiating through her. Her toes curled involuntarily, heels digging into the sheets as her body arched like a taut bow, every muscle trembling between tension and surrender.

"You're close, aren't you?" Mo Xing whispered, his rhythm intensifying. "I can feel you tightening around my fingers."

"Fuck," Li Hua gasped, the profanity escaping unbidden—a testament to how completely he had shattered her usual composed control. "Mo Xing, I'm—I can't—"

"Look at me," he demanded, his voice gentle yet unyielding. "I want to see your eyes when you shatter for me."

She struggled to obey, so consumed by the sensations and the sparks of golden light dancing behind her eyelids. She bucked against his mouth, throwing her head back, neck exposed in primal vulnerability. Her consciousness began to fragment, awareness narrowing to the exquisite pressure building, threatening to shatter her into countless shimmering pieces that only he could reassemble.

"Come on, love. I'm right here," he whispered against her heated flesh, the words vibrating through her sensitive core. Then his lips returned to her swollen bud, drawing it between them with gentle suction that made her gasp and writhe beneath him.

"Oh, heavens," Li Hua moaned, the sacred exclamation falling from her lips like a prayer. With tremendous effort, she forced her heavy eyelids open, her gaze finally meeting his intense golden stare—finding there a blend of primal hunger and infinite tenderness that stole what little breath remained in her lungs.

"That's my girl," he murmured against her sensitive flesh, his tongue flicking faster, coaxing out her orgasm. "Cum for me, my love."

His command reverberated through her, voice carrying harmonics that seemed to touch her very soul. The words weren't merely spoken but felt—vibrations that resonated with the deepest parts of her being. Li Hua's resistance shattered instantly, her body obeying a directive that transcended ordinary influence.

Release swept through her like a spiritual breakthrough, waves of pleasure crashing outward from her core to the furthest reaches of her limbs.

She felt Mo Xing wrapping his arms around her thighs, his powerful grip the only sensation grounding her as he continued his relentless ministrations. Her spiritual essence surged in response, meridians gleaming visibly through her skin as soft golden light filled the room.

For one breathless moment, the boundaries between her and existence blurred, allowing her to glimpse the infinite, yet anchored by his unyielding hold and the persistent pleasure he refused to cease drawing from her trembling form.

Breathing heavily, Li Hua looked down at Mo Xing who was still methodically attending to her, his golden eyes watching her reaction as he savored the evidence of her release with apparent satisfaction.

A breathless laugh escaped her lips—a sound of wonder and disbelief that such pleasure could exist. Her fingers shakily found him and gently stroked his hair as she basked in the aftermath of sensations that had momentarily fragmented her consciousness.

"Come here," she whispered, suddenly overcome with the need to feel his weight against her, to ground herself in his presence after such a transcendent experience.