Re-birth: The Beginning after the End

**WARNING - Mature Content**

The deliberate crudeness of her language broke the last threads of his restraint. Something primal and ancient flared in his eyes at her command.

Mo Xing began to move with deliberate control, withdrawing completely in one fluid motion that left Li Hua suddenly empty. She whimpered at the loss, her body instinctively seeking to reclaim their connection. He rose to his knees between her thighs, golden eyes darkened to amber as he gazed down at her with appreciation. A knowing smile curved his lips at her unconscious sound of protest—satisfaction in her need for him.

"Patience, my little tempest," he murmured, as he lifted her legs onto his shoulders.

Before she could respond, he gripped her thighs and eased forward with deliberate slowness, savoring each moment of their connection. The sensation of him gradually filling her drew a trembling gasp from her lips.

Li Hua heard him growl and her gaze focused on the pleasure displayed on Mo Xing's face as his head dropped back slowly, golden eyes half-lidded with restrained desire. The sight of his pleasure intensified her own, creating a feedback loop of heightening sensation between them.

His movements were slow and gentle at first, each careful thrust sending waves of pleasure through her core. But soon Li Hua felt the need for more, her body demanding greater intensity.

"Please," she whispered, her fingers digging into his forearms, "I need more of you. Don't hold back, Mo Xing."

Mo Xing's eyes, molten with desire, narrowed predatorily as he lowered his head, grazing his teeth along the sensitive skin of her inner leg before delivering a controlled bite—not hard enough to break skin but with sufficient pressure to send jolts of exquisite sensation radiating through her core.

"You want it rough, my love?" he asked, his voice dropping to a register that seemed to vibrate through her very bones.

Li Hua's answer came without hesitation. "Yes," she breathed, the single syllable carrying need and desire.

"Tell me if it becomes too much," he commanded, his golden eyes holding hers for a moment longer. "Your pleasure is mine, but never your pain."

"I'm not fragile," she challenged, a flash of her essence emerging in her defiance.

A predatory smile curved his lips. "No, never."

Still deep inside her, Mo Xing lowered his upper body, changing the angle of connection to one that pressed him against places within her that drew sounds from her throat she'd never made before. His lips found the sensitive junction of her neck and shoulder, teeth grazing the delicate skin there in a promise of exquisite pain held carefully in check.

"Feel how perfectly we fit together," he murmured against her throat, his breath hot against her skin. "You were made for me and me alone."

"Yes," Li Hua nodded, her voice a breathless whisper. "So full."

Mo Xing chuckled, a deep rumble that reverberated through her core as his hand firmly yet carefully wrapped around her throat—not constricting, but establishing primal dominance with unmistakable intent. He nibbled on her earlobe, his hot breath sending shivers cascading down her spine. "Wrap your arms around me, love, and hold on tight."

Li Hua did as she was told, her arms encircling his powerful shoulders. She moaned in anticipation as she felt him withdraw slowly, creating an aching emptiness—then without warning, he slammed back into her with a controlled force that made the world dissolve around them. Her back arched involuntarily as a gasp tore from her lips, transforming into a series of desperate moans that seemed to please him greatly.

The transformation in rhythm and intensity struck like lightning—immediate and overwhelming. What had been gentle waves of pleasure became a tempest of sensation, crashing tides of ecstasy threatening to dissolve the very boundaries of her consciousness. Each powerful thrust reverberated through her entire being, physical pleasure blending with spiritual awakening as meridians flared to life beneath her skin.

"Is this what you wanted?" he growled, his voice rough with barely restrained passion, golden eyes blazing with an inner fire.

Li Hua could only nod frantically, words beyond her capacity as each powerful thrust sent sparks of energy spiraling through her spiritual pathways. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes—not from pain but from the overwhelming intensity of sensation and emotion that threatened to consume her completely.

Her fingers clutched desperately at his shoulders, nails leaving crescent indentations in his skin as she sought an anchor against the storm of sensation that blurred the boundary between pleasure and transcendence.

"You are mine," Mo Xing declared, each word charged with energy that etched itself into her foundation. "Always mine, always will be mine—across lifetimes, across worlds, across the void between existences."

"Yes...A-always yours," Li Hua managed to respond, her head nodding frantically as her body arched beneath him.

Mo Xing's rhythm intensified at her words, each powerful thrust driving deeper than the last as if seeking to claim not just her body but her very soul. The air grew heavy with spiritual energy, particles of golden and obsidian light swirling around them in patterns too ancient to comprehend.

"Say it again," he commanded, voice distorting slightly as power surged through him. "Claim me as I claim you."

"Yours," she gasped, feeling something profound building within her—a pressure not just physical but metaphysical, as if her very essence was preparing to transform. "And you are mine—my eternal, my only."

Li Hua's vision began to blur, reality itself seeming to waver around them as the boundaries between realms thinned. Her consciousness expanded beyond normal limits, fragments of memories surfacing with each wave of pleasure.

"Let go," Mo Xing whispered against her lips. "Let go, my love."

As the words left his lips, Li Hua felt reality itself fracture around her. Each cell in her body seemed to simultaneously explode and reform, pleasure transcending the boundary between agony and ecstasy until the distinction became meaningless.

Colors she had no names for erupted behind her closed eyelids, accompanied by sounds that existed beyond the range of mortal hearing. The walls between worlds thinned to transparent veils, allowing fragments of another world to bleed through—crystalline spires of the Celestial Court, abyssal depths of the Underworld, gardens of immortality where they had once pledged themselves to each other.

Her inner core trembled, then transformed as she felt him release inside her. His powerful body shuddered against hers, muscles tensing and relaxing in waves as he surrendered completely.

But, through it all, Mo Xing remained her anchor, his essence intertwined with hers as they rode this cataclysm of pleasure and rebirth together. She felt him still moving within her, his gentle motions gradually easing their shared pleasure to a simmer. Her body responded with involuntary tremors, hypersensitive to every subtle shift between them.

When her eyes flew open, they met his golden gaze which was so full of love and devotion.

Li Hua wrapped her arms around him, crashing her lips onto his. Their kiss held so much more than passion—it carried recognition, certainty, and the fierce joy of souls reunited against all odds.