Transmigration; Married to My Ex-Fiancé's Uncle-Chapter 409; Mature Context R+18

His hands bracketed her head, his body covering hers with protective possessiveness, every line of him aligned with every curve of her. The jasmine enchantment swirled between them, her scales shimmered in the moonlight, and Lu Yuze looked down at her with eyes that had gone dark with desire and intent.

"My turn," he said, his voice rough and promising, carrying the weight of everything he’d denied himself for so long and everything he was about to claim. "And I’m not going to be nearly as patient as you were."

His mouth descended to hers in a consuming kiss, one hand sliding down her body with purpose, ready to show her exactly what twelve years of celibate need felt like when finally, completely unleashed.

Shuyin lingered at his inner thigh with deliberate intent, completely ignoring his growled plea for mercy or completion. Her breath ghosted over his throbbing length in warm puffs that felt like promises being made and simultaneously withheld, the sensation so close to actual contact but maddeningly not quite there. Make him beg, she thought with growing confidence, emboldened by the power she held over him in this moment, her scales pulsing brighter with luminescence that reflected her rising excitement and satisfaction at his responses.

Her lips pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss directly onto the hickey she’d just left on his inner thigh, the wet warmth of her mouth covering the mark with deliberate sensuality. Then her tongue flicked out to trace the edges of the bruise with meticulous attention, creating teasing circles that made the muscles of his thigh clench involuntarily beneath her ministrations, tension rippling through the defined tissue as his body struggled between holding still and bucking toward the source of stimulation.

Lu Yuze’s grip tightened in her hair with enough force that it might have been painful if she’d been fully human, a strangled sound escaping his throat that was half groan and half plea. This was torment beyond anything he’d imagined, and after twelve years of lying dormant, after over a decade of complete celibacy and self-denial, this particular ache felt like exquisite agony designed specifically to break him. Every puff of her breath against his sensitized skin sent jolts of electricity through his nervous system, each near-contact drawing more evidence of his arousal, his body responding to stimulation it hadn’t experienced in so long that it felt simultaneously familiar and completely foreign.

She hummed her approval at his reactions, the vibration traveling from her throat through her lips and against his skin in waves that made him shudder. Then she dragged her tongue languidly up his inner thigh in a deliberate, wet trail that deliberately avoided his core despite how close she came to actual contact. The path she traced was maddeningly indirect, designed to tease rather than satisfy, to build anticipation rather than provide release.

Pausing at the crease where thigh met groin, she sucked another hickey into existence with firm suction, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin of his sack with just enough pressure to draw a sharp hiss from between his clenched teeth. The sensation was intense and unexpected, pleasure-pain that made his hips jerk involuntarily.

"Shuyin... please," he rasped, his voice breaking on her name and the plea, his hips jerking upward in desperate search of friction or contact or anything beyond this endless teasing. Whatever control he’d been maintaining shattered completely under the sustained assault of her deliberate torment, reduced to nothing more than raw need and desperate begging.

"Not yet," she whispered against his overheated skin, her voice carrying satisfaction and command in equal measure. The jasmine enchantment had grown thick in the air around them, almost visible in its intensity, wrapping them both in supernatural influence that heightened every sensation and stripped away every defense.

Finally, mercifully, her tongue made actual contact with his length, swiping feather-light along the base in a touch so gentle it almost didn’t register as real contact. Then she dragged the wet muscle slowly up the underside in a torturous path that took far longer than necessary, deliberately drawing out each millimeter of progress. When she reached the head, she circled it with her tongue without taking him into her mouth, the indirect stimulation somehow more maddening than direct contact would have been. She lapped at the evidence of his arousal like it was precious nectar, her tongue collecting every bead with thorough attention while her hand cupped the sensitive skin below with gentle pressure, fingers rolling and squeezing with just enough force to push him closer to the edge without allowing him to fall over it.

Lu Yuze’s mind was fragmenting under the sustained pleasure-torture, coherent thought becoming impossible as waves of need crashed through him after years of having nothing, after over a decade of complete denial. The vulnerability felt raw and exposed, every defense stripped away by her relentless teasing, leaving him panting and desperate and willing to say anything if it would make her finally, finally give him what his body was screaming for. "Need you.... now," he managed to gasp out, the words barely coherent, stripped of pride or dignity or anything except pure desperate honesty.

She met his fevered gaze with eyes that gleamed with mischief and power and satisfaction at having reduced him to this state. Her lips brushed against his tip in the lightest possible contact, the touch so minimal it might have been his imagination except for the jolt it sent through his entire system. "Beg properly," she commanded, her voice husky and carrying the weight of someone who knew exactly how much power they held and intended to use it fully.

One more swirl of her tongue, a teasing flick directly over the most sensitive spot that made his vision blur, and then she pulled back completely, denying him even that minimal contact. Her scales shimmered with triumphant luminescence, reflecting her satisfaction at having brought him to such complete desperation, at having proven she could command his responses as thoroughly as he’d ever commanded any situation.