[Warning: Worship of a lewd kind has begun. Read at your own risk. Bring some tissues for tears and nosebleds.]

  They kissed slowly and innocently at first, his willowy lips caressing and separating hers. She yielded to him as she usually didn't, letting him be in control and show her as he had promised.

  When his tongue slipped over her bottom lip and into her mouth, she moved her own against it. She sighed in content at the familiar taste of him.

  He tasted like home.

  She moved her hands up his forearms and over his shoulders. She moved it past his neck to thread her fingers through his silky hair. He hummed when she tugged on it gently and then his hands were on her, moving from her knees to her thighs.

  The blood under her skin buzzed when her skin was touched, blushing and firing up on the path of his caresses. She helplessly whimpered into his mouth.

  He pulled away for her for just enough time to say his piece, his forehead pressed with hers as he remained bent over her.

  "I am yours," he said again, this time with reverence. "Every inch of my body and soul is yours. And I will prove it to you… until we taste the same."

  Qian Meng closed the distance between them, this time taking charge and pushing her tongue into his mouth. His hands were hot on her, even though the fabric of her skirt as he pushed it up to show her naked thigh. He slid them up and around to the backside of her thighs.

  He grasped her firmly and fully took her by surprise when he used his hold to hoist her up off the bed and into his arms.

  Qian Meng yelped in surprise, her arms tightening around his neck as he picked her up like the lightest weight in the world. Her thighs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he pulled her against him.

  She moaned into his mouth earnestly, completely turned on by his display of strength and assertiveness. Once she knew he had a good hold of her, she loosened her arms around his neck and ran her hands over his shoulder and arms, reveling in the feeling of his muscles as they strained with the task to hold her.

  He was so fucking strong in every sense, and despite scoffing at such a notion for all her life, it made her dripping wet.

  She was intoxicated by him. She was not sure how long they remained like that. All she knew was that it was a measure of time by the end of which she was aching for him. He stepped closer to the bed and she jostled in his arms as he descended to his knees on the mattress.

  Qian Meng was impressed that he could keep his balance while holding her, but he did, perfectly.

  He shuffled forward on his knees until he was right in the right position and able to lower her down. Qian Meng's head descended on the pillow, her hair spreading across her pretty head like a halo, like the angel she was in his eyes.

  He leaned forward over her so that their lips never separated. They worked together to unfasten the buttons of his shirt and even as he shifted around to shrug it off, they never parted. They didn't stop kissing until she began pulling at the hem of his undershirt. He knew what she wanted and pulled away enough for him to slide it over his head.

  Qian Meng whined at the loss of the connection.

  Once it was discarded, Mo Qingchen looked down at her with an intensity that made her suck in a shaky breath. She was rattled by his gaze. His dark eyes were brighter than ever, despite the haze of lust and emotion.

  "I'm yours," he said once again, his voice low and thick with emotion. "Even the blood that flows through my veins know to make my heart beat just for you. You alone."

  She swallowed as she gaped at him, completely mesmerized.

  He kissed her briefly again, just to begin a trail from the corner of her lips and across her jaw and towards her ear. His lips made their way down her neck and Qian Meng's eyes rolled back when he rang his tongue across that one spot that Mo Qingchen knew could make her come in other instances. She moaned softly and craned her neck to give him access to more of her sensitive skin.

  Her hands were all over him. She touched everywhere she could reach.

  Soon, he was pulling at her shirt the same way she had done with his. He pulled back and coaxed her to sit up enough for him to pull it over her head. And then he tossed it aside unceremoniously. Cool air hit her bare skin and relieved the searing pressure of the heat that ignited her body. He nudged her to lie back and she obeyed, staring at him the whole time.

  She watched as his eyes slid down to her breasts and his Adam's apple bobbed in this throat as he swallowed. Goosebumps broke out over her skin. She was moved by the realization that even if years passed, his reaction to seeing her would be strong. She hoped that it never went away.

  He pushed her down again and sucked on her collarbone. She moaned loudly this time, her errant hips going to work as they ground against him. He had her whimpering and she could feel the hardness of his erection right between her thighs.

  Her breaths came unsteadily as his mouth moved to her breasts. He was all lips and tongue and teeth. He ran his tongue languidly over the top of her breast before sucking on the skin there and she cried out as she arched her back towards him. He took it as an invitation to slip his hand under her and with an expert flick of his fingers, the claps of her bra popped open.

  It fell away from her chest and in one motion, he pulled it away and tossed it aside, his mouth replacing the fabric.