Re-birth: The Beginning after the End-Chapter 228: JUST THE BEGINNING [R-18]

**WARNING - Mature Content**

Mo Xing moved upward at her gentle urging, his body gliding along hers with deliberate friction that sent aftershocks of pleasure through her still-sensitive body. When their faces finally aligned, he hovered above her, supporting his weight on powerful arms that caged her between them. His golden eyes studied her flushed features with an intensity that made her feel both seen and claimed.

"I'm not done, my love," he murmured, his voice a sensual promise that sent a renewed shiver of anticipation down her spine. "That was merely the beginning of my re-acquaintance with your body." freewebnøvel.coɱ

The corners of his lips curved upward in a smile that balanced between tenderness and wicked intent. He lowered his head to place a surprisingly gentle kiss on her forehead, then the bridge of her nose, before finally claiming her lips once more.

As their mouths met, Li Hua tasted the essence of her own pleasure on his lips and tongue, the intimate flavor drawing a low, surprised moan from deep in her throat. The realization of what she was tasting—evidence of his devotion to her pleasure—only heightened her renewed desire.

This kiss contained all the hunger of before, but tempered with something else—a patience that suggested they had all the time in the world, that this reunion was but the first of countless such moments to come.

"I look forward to your thorough re-acquaintance," Li Hua whispered, her voice husky. "Take of your robes, Mo Xing."

A slow smile spread across Mo Xing's face—pleased by her boldness, by the commanding tone that emerged even in her vulnerable state. With deliberate grace, he rose to his knees above her, his movements carrying that otherworldly fluidity that marked him as something beyond ordinary.

"As my love commands," he murmured, fingers moving to the closures of his outer robe.

Li Hua watched, transfixed, as layers of linen fell away to reveal what lay beneath. His body was a masterpiece of cultivation—perfectly proportioned, sculpted by millennia of spiritual refinement and physical training.

Broad shoulders tapered to a narrow waist, every muscle defined with impossible perfection. The raw power contained in his frame was evident in the corded strength of his forearms, the sculpted planes of his chest, and the hard ridges of his abdomen. This was no scholarly immortal with ethereal delicacy, but a warrior deity whose physical presence commanded both desire and reverence—a perfect balance of primal masculinity and celestial refinement.

She let out a shaky breath, overwhelmed by the divine perfection before her.

But, what was most striking were the cultivation marks that seemed etched into his very essence—dark patterns that shifted beneath his skin like living shadows, following the flow of his meridians. With a jolt of recognition, she realized these were the same mysterious symbols she had glimpsed in the illusions at the Grove of Whispering Shadows. They formed characters in a language too ancient for her to recognize consciously, though something in her spirit responded to their presence.

"Beautiful," she whispered, sitting up and reaching to trace one particularly pronounced mark that curved from his collarbone to his heart. The moment her fingers contacted the symbol, a spark of obsidian energy leapt between them, causing both to inhale sharply as meridians aligned in sudden recognition.

Mo Xing caught her exploring hand, bringing her fingers to his lips. "Dangerous," he corrected gently, placing a kiss against her fingertips.

Li Hua's brows knitted slightly but before she could press further, he captured her lips again, the kiss deepening as his now-bare chest pressed against hers. The contact of skin against skin created a circuit of spiritual energy that surged between them, essence illuminating beneath their flesh.

Li Hua gasped against his mouth as sensation overwhelmed thought. Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, drawing him closer as the remaining barriers between them became intolerable.

"Please," she whispered against his lips. "I need—"

"I know exactly what you need," he murmured, the certainty in his voice echoing across lifetimes. "But this is your first time...in this body. Be patient, my love. I'll give it to you."

Li Hua nodded, her throat too tight for words as primal hunger surged through her.

She felt him crown her entrance, then pause—a moment of suspended time where their eyes met in silent communication. In his golden gaze, Li Hua saw millennia of waiting, of loss and hope intertwined. Whatever had existed between them in their past lives culminated in this moment.

Then she felt him enter her with careful restraint, and Li Hua gasped, her body tensing instinctively at the unfamiliar intrusion. Spiritual essence flared between them, obsidian and gold intertwining at the point of their connection.

"Relax, my love," Mo Xing breathed against her lips, his voice gentle despite the visible strain of his restraint.

His hand found hers, fingers interlacing in a gesture that somehow felt more intimate than their physical joining. With deliberate purpose, he guided their joined hands upward, pressing her wrists gently above her head in a subtly dominant gesture that only heightened the surrender between them.

Li Hua exhaled slowly, consciously releasing the tension. As she yielded to him, her body shifted to accommodate his size. He advanced another increment, and she shuddered as pleasure began to overtake discomfort.

The ritual of their reunion continued with exquisite patience, Mo Xing allowing her body to adapt with each careful progression.

When he finally came to rest fully within her, they remained motionless for several heartbeats, foreheads pressed together, breath mingling in the narrow space between them. The physical union, profound as it was, served as merely the foundation for something far more significant—the realignment of spiritual signatures that had once been torn apart by forces beyond.

"Look," Li Hua gasped, her attention momentarily drawn beyond their physical union. Around them, their spiritual essences had manifested visibly—obsidian and gold energies intertwining in elaborate patterns that spiraled outward from their joined bodies.

Mo Xing chuckled, the sound rich with both amusement and past knowledge. "This happens every time I make love to you."

"Every single time?" Li Hua whispered, curiosity momentarily overriding physical sensation as she watched the impossible patterns their combined essences created. The spiraling tendrils of obsidian and gold light seemed almost sentient in their dance, forming ancient symbols that resonated with something deep within her soul.

Mo Xing's lips curved into a predatory smile, the strain of his restraint evident in the fine tremor that ran through his powerful frame. "My love, I can't hold this position for much longer," he murmured, voice rough with controlled desire. "So you decide—ask your questions now and get a brief answer, or wait until after I've re-acquainted you with pleasures your body has forgotten. Choose quickly."

The playful ultimatum held genuine urgency beneath its teasing tone—his control was indeed reaching its limits, the power he contained pushing against boundaries of restraint. The obsidian patterns swirling around them pulsed with increasing intensity, reflecting the barely leashed hunger in his golden eyes.

Li Hua chuckled, the sound unexpectedly free for one who had maintained such careful control in both her lives. Her storm-gray eyes met his golden ones with unwavering certainty as she raised her hands to frame his face. "Fuck me hard, Mo Xing," she whispered.