Be Gentle, Immortal Master

He didn't linger on my lips this time. After teasing me with a bare taste of him, he pecked the corner of my mouth before moving over to my cheek, planting more kisses below my ear, along the side of my neck.

I sighed at the sensation, and my hands slipped behind him, wrapping around his waist. I still avoided his shoulders though. He was no longer wearing a bandage, and I didn't want to accidentally scratch the newly healed skin. The last thing I wanted to see was more scars to match those over his heart.

He noticed my hesitation. "Immortals heal fast," he whispered into my ear. "It's alright. Hold me." His kisses traveled down the hollow of my throat and across my chest. "Moan for me."

I did. The moment his lips closed around my nipple, I couldn't bite back the moan that trembled from deep inside me. My arms glided up his back, circling just below his shoulders while his hand reached up, taking my other side. His tongue and fingers worked in unison, eliciting whimper after whimper out of me as he played with my senses, and my grip on him tightened subconsciously with every sharp tingle he sent throughout my limbs.

"Bai … Bai Ye …" I gasped, worried that my clutch might chafe his scab, and I opened my eyes to look. But the moment I did, I realized that I had forgotten something important.

I was still seated across from the mirror.

He had blocked my view from it earlier, but now, nothing was hiding the sight from me anymore. Golden light spilled over our naked bodies, gilding our flesh as he buried himself into me. My head was tilted back, my face flushed with desire, and I caught a glimpse of my swollen tips as he caressed me.

I couldn't look more wanton, more licentious. This was the sight that he saw every time he was with me?

I snapped my eyes shut. It was far from the first time we were doing this, but to watch such a scene with my own eyes … still sent my heart pounding and my cheeks flaming. I turned my face away, but the image wouldn't fade in my mind, and the realization only made the fire within me roar higher. The sensation of his tongue and fingers wreaking havoc on me suddenly became stronger than ever, and I moaned loud, my whole body starting to tremble.

He noticed my change. "What's wrong?" he asked, pausing what he was doing.

I bit my lips without answering, refusing to turn my head back to look at him. But he must have realized the answer from my reaction. From the corner of my eye, I saw him look behind him. A surprised smile curled his lips when he turned back, and he reached up, cupping my cheeks with both hands and making me look into his eyes.

"Now you know how bewitching a sight you make, Qing-er." He kissed me and whispered into my lips. "Now you know why I can't possibly resist this or ask for more."

His hands grazed down my body, and when he pulled away from my lips, his gaze was following his touch as if he was worshiping every inch of me once more. Then he spread my legs open, dropping to his knees, and kissed me below.

"Ah! Bai Ye!" The sharp tremor shooting through me was so wild and powerful that I almost slipped off the table. I steadied myself with shaky arms, digging my fingernails into the tabletop. Don't look, I told myself as I squeezed my eyes shut again. Don't look in the mirror …

I would never be able to unsee such an image if I looked, with every inch of me bare and my legs spread wide, my lips parted in moans as he knelt between my thighs, pleasing me.

But that image was already in my mind, along with his words: "Now you know how bewitching a sight you make."

The mixed feelings of excitement and embarrassment made me too sensitive, and I twitched with every movement of him. Every lick and suckle made me moan and shudder, and as his palms grazed up my inner thighs, my whole body blazed in the heat of his touch. He had barely started, and I was already trembling at my limits—

With a quivering cry, a hard spasm overtook me, and I lost purchase. I almost slid into him if he didn't catch me in his arms.

"Qing-er?" There was genuine surprise in his tone. He straightened with a chuckle. "You … did miss me, didn't you?"

Well, there was no way I would tell him the real reason, I thought as I let out a soft puff of laughter. "Of course I missed you," I said instead and looped my unsteady arms around his neck.

He smiled and gathered me tight. Leaning us against the wall, he thrust into me.

I gasped as the fullness of him within me roused all the sensations anew. Summoning the little strength I had left, I wrapped my legs around him, inviting him deeper. The warmth of his skin seared me, and as new waves of pleasure started crashing over me, a mad thought suddenly came into my mind.

I wanted to see this. I wanted to see the perfect union between us, the image of him and me becoming one. I opened my eyes, and I looked over his shoulder into the mirror.

Soft light cast over two golden figures, limbs entwined. His muscles were taut as his body rocked against mine, my arms and legs feeble as they tried to clutch him. It was a carnal image, a tangle of bare skin and flesh, but surprisingly, it didn't make me feel ashamed. Because I knew that beneath the surface of this pleasure, it was the raw emotions that bonded us. It was something much deeper that made us truly come together in every way.

We were a perfect match after all, I thought dreamingly and closed my eyes, letting him set my senses free and send them into paradise once more.