The echoes of Yilan’s moan still hung in the humid air of the pavilion as Shen Yu broke the kiss, though he did not pull away. His forehead remained pressed against hers, their breaths mingling in hot, ragged hitches. The water of the pool rippled violently around them, disturbed by the frantic beating of two hearts that had finally found their rhythm.

"It is not yet finished, Yilan," he murmured, his voice thick with a dark, velvet authority.

He didn’t let her settle. He reached for the silk cloth once more, but his eyes never left hers, watching the way her pupils were blown wide with an intoxicating mix of shock and desperate craving.

He began to wash her breasts properly, his hands moving with agonising slowness. The cloth glided over the pale, heavy mounds, swirling the warm water and scented oils over her skin.

Slick. Slick.

As he kneaded the soft tissue, watching her breasts spill through his fingers and heave with every gasp she took, Yilan felt her last shred of composure disintegrate.

The friction against her already sensitised nipples made her hips tilt upward instinctively, seeking more of the friction from his massive frame beneath the surface.

"You’re becoming so sensitive," Shen Yu observed, his golden eyes flaring. "Every touch makes you shiver."

Splash.

He moved lower. The cloth travelled down over her ribs to the soft, flat expanse of her stomach. He washed her with a firm, circular motion, his palm splaying across her belly. The touch was possessive, a claim on the very core of her being.

Yilan’s stomach muscles flickered and tightened under his hand. She felt a heavy, pooling ache between her thighs that made the water feel like liquid fire. She was no longer just yearning, she was reaching a state of primitive, singular focus where only his touch mattered.

He didn’t stop at her waist. He reached down, catching one of her shapely legs and lifting it so her foot rested on the jade ledge. He began to wash her thigh, his hand moving from her knee upward toward the dark, damp curls that hid her most private sanctum.

He didn’t cross that final boundary yet, instead teasing the tender skin of her inner thigh, his thumb grazing the very edge of her heat.

"Mmmmmm."

"Yu’er... please..." she whimpered, her fingers digging into his muscular shoulders, her head lolling back as her breath came in broken sobs of pleasure.

"Not yet," he whispered. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Splash.

With a sudden, powerful movement, he gripped her waist and turned her around in the water so she was finally facing him.

The sight of her, damp and flushed, her bountiful breasts heaving and her eyes glazed with pure lust, made his own self-control fray. He reached out and grabbed her wide, generous hips, pulling her toward him until she had to wrap her legs around his waist to stay afloat.

He reached behind her, his large hands sinking into the lush, firm curves of her backside. He began to wash her there, his fingers splaying across her cheeks, kneading and squeezing the supple flesh with a primal hunger.

"Mmmm. Ahhhhh."

The sensation of his rough palms against her most delicate skin, combined with the hard, monstrous length of him pressing directly against her entrance, sent Yilan over the edge of reason.

She buried her face in the crook of his neck, her teeth grazing his skin in a desperate need to ground herself. She was drowning in him, in his scent, his touch, and the sheer, overwhelming promise of his possession.

"Look at me, Yilan," he commanded, his voice like rolling thunder.

She pulled back, her face a mask of beautiful, wanton desire. Every trace of the cold, calculating Matriarch had been stripped away, leaving only a woman completely unmade and reborn in the arms of the man who held her.

"I want... I want you," she choked out, her voice a fractured rasp of raw, naked need.

Shen Yu’s smile was no longer gentle; it was the triumphant grin of a conqueror who had finally breached the final fortress. He gave her lush, rounded backside one last squeeze, a firm, possessive grip that forced a sharp gasp from her lungs, before he surged upward.

Splash.

With effortless power, he caught her in a princess carry, the water cascading off their bodies in a shimmering veil as he stepped out of the jade pool.

The air of the pavilion was cool against her feverish skin, but Shen Yu did not let her go. He stood her on the plush, silken rug and reached for a thick, white towel. He began to dry her, but his movements were agonisingly slow, a torture of the most exquisite kind. He didn’t just dry her; he teased her.

He draped the cloth over her heaving chest, using the friction to roll and pinch her sensitive, turgid nipples through the fabric until she was whimpering, her hands clutching his forearms for support.

"Ohhhnnnnn"

He leaned in, the towel dampening as he dried the shell of her ear, his tongue flickering out to taste the warmth there, whispering dark promises that made her thighs tremble.

Once she was a shimmering vision of dry, flushed skin, he turned the towel on himself, drying his powerful, corded muscles with a briskness that only highlighted his masculine strength. Yilan stood there, swaying on her feet, her eyes glazed with a hunger so deep it felt like an ache in her very bones.

Without a word, Shen Yu stepped back into her space and swept her back up into his arms. He carried the trembling, desperate Yilan toward the centre of the pavilion, where a massive circular bed awaited. It was a sea of silken sheets, strewn with hundreds of fresh peach blossoms that filled the air with their cloying, romantic scent.

Rustle.

He lowered her onto the mattress, her dark hair splaying out against the white silk like a silken fan. As she lay there in the middle of the blossoms, looking up at him with wide, pleading eyes, the "Nameless Lovers" of the legend felt like a distant memory. This was real. This was theirs.

Shen Yu loomed over her, his golden eyes reflecting the flicker of the spirit-lamps, ready to claim the eternity he had promised.

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Weekly PS Goal: 86/120

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