Transmigration; Married to My Ex-Fiancé's Uncle-Chapter 408; Mature Context R+18

The kiss consumed them both, all tongue and teeth and shared breath, his hands sliding up from her hips to her waist and then higher, finally allowing himself to explore her body with the same deliberate attention she’d shown his. The scales under his palms felt smooth and slightly cool, the supernatural texture fascinating against otherwise human warmth. She made a sound into his mouth, pleasure and approval mixed together, her own hands threading into his hair and gripping tight enough to sting.

When they finally broke apart for air, both breathing hard, Lu Yuze looked at her with eyes dark with desire and something deeper.

Shuyin resisted his pull just enough to break the kiss, a wicked glint appearing in her luminous eyes as she looked down at him. The mermaid glow intensified slightly, reflecting her determination and the mischievous intent that drove her actions. "Not done," she murmured, her voice husky with the combined effects of enchantment and alcohol, rough and laden with promise. Before he could protest or attempt to reverse their positions again, her lips returned to his chest, soothing the fresh hickeys she’d created with soft licks that made his skin tingle, the wet warmth of her tongue a stark contrast to the slight sting of the marks.

Then she began descending further, her mouth trailing lower with deliberate purpose. Kisses peppered the defined ridges of his abdominal muscles, each one followed by suction that grew progressively deeper, her lips and teeth working in concert to leave a trail of red-purple blooms across his skin like constellations mapped against flesh. The marks would be visible for days, evidence of this night scattered across his body in patterns only she understood.

Lu Yuze’s breath stuttered and caught in his throat, his hands sliding up her back in an unconscious gesture that was part caress and part desperate attempt to ground himself against the overwhelming sensations. Twelve years without this kind of intimacy, twelve years of careful control and self-denial, and nothing in his memory compared to the storm of sensation she was creating now. Every mark she left seared through him, pleasure coiling tight in his core after years of celibate discipline, his body betraying the carefully maintained control with involuntary shudders that rippled through muscle and nerve. She’s unraveling me completely, he thought distantly, some part of his mind marveling at how thoroughly she’d taken command despite her intoxicated state.

When she reached his hips, her tongue dipped into the hollow there with deliberate precision, the soft muscle exploring the sensitive indentation before her lips sealed over the spot and sucked firmly. The hickey she created sat high on his hip bone, close enough to his straining arousal to make his hips buck involuntarily off the mattress. A groan tore from his throat, raw and unguarded, completely lacking the careful control he usually maintained. His fingers threaded into her hair almost desperately, not directing her movements but simply needing the anchor of physical connection. The proximity of her mouth to where he was most sensitive ignited something primal in him, his arousal throbbing with need, evidence of his desire becoming visible as his body responded to stimulation it hadn’t experienced in over a decade.

Shuyin moved lower still, her exploration relentless and thorough. Her lips brushed against his inner thigh with feather-light touches, then her teeth grazed the sensitive skin there, testing the texture and earning another full-body shiver from him. Another hickey bloomed on his inner thigh, positioned intimately close to his core, the mark claiming territory that felt profoundly vulnerable and private. She nuzzled against him, her breath hot against overheated flesh. At the same time, her scales remained cool where they brushed against his skin, the temperature contrast creating a sensation that bordered on overwhelming.

"Shuyin—" Lu Yuze’s voice cracked on her name, his hips lifting instinctively toward the source of such intense stimulation, all pretense of control abandoned in the face of crushing vulnerability and overwhelming want. The thought pounded through him with the same rhythm as his racing pulse: want her mouth, want her touch, want her everything, want it now after years of deprivation and denial.

She responded with a teasing touch, her tongue extending to deliver a single light stroke along his length, the brief contact so electrifying after years without that Lu Yuze’s entire body went rigid with the effort of maintaining some shred of restraint. Then she shifted slightly, her mouth finding the crease where thigh met groin, and sucked one final hickey into existence there, marking the most intimate territory with the same possessive intent she’d shown throughout her exploration. The jasmine scent that had been permeating the air intensified dramatically, wrapping around them both like a physical presence, while her scales shimmered with increased luminescence as her mermaid nature responded to the heightened emotional and physical intensity.

She hovered there for a long moment, her eyes locking onto his wrecked expression, taking in the flush across his cheeks, the way his chest heaved with labored breathing, the complete surrender written across features that were usually so carefully controlled. "Enough?" she teased, her voice carrying satisfaction at having reduced him to this state, at having proven she could command his responses as thoroughly as he usually commanded situations.

Before he could formulate an answer beyond the desperate need pounding through his system, she began climbing back up his body with deliberate slowness, her form aligning with his as she positioned herself above him once more. Her weight settled against him perfectly, skin against skin, warmth against warmth, the evidence of his arousal pressing between them with undeniable insistence.

"Never," Lu Yuze growled, the single word carrying twelve years of accumulated hunger and the complete destruction of his careful control. In a surge of need that overwhelmed his usual consideration and patience, he flipped their positions with the strength born of desperation, rolling them. Hence, she was suddenly beneath him on the pristine white sheets, her hair spreading across the pillows like dark silk.