A low, vibrating hiss rumbled from his chest. His hands were suddenly everywhere, her waist, her back, tangled in her hair. He kissed her back with a hunger that made her previous kiss with Hei Yan feel like a polite handshake.
His tongue swept into her mouth—oh god, forked, it was forked—and did things that made her knees buckle. One of his hands gripped her hip, holding her up when her legs forgot how to work.
Xin Yi made a sound sowhere between a whimper and a moan.
Qing Lin made a sound sowhere between a purr and a growl.
He pressed closer, pinning her completely against the wall. Every inch of him was cool and firm and overwhelming, and she could feel the tension coiled in his muscles, the restraint he was barely maintaining.
His lips moved from her mouth to her jaw. Her neck. The spot where Hei Yan’s mark was.
He stopped there, his breath hot against the scar.
"Mine," he whispered against her skin. "You’re mine now."
Then his teeth scraped across the mark—
He stopped there, his breath hot against the scar.
Then his tongue flicked out and traced the raised skin of Hei Yan’s mark with agonizing slowness.
Xin Yi’s entire body shuddered.
"Do you want to....." Qing Lin’s voice was rough, strained. His whole body was trembling against hers. "To mark you?"
He pulled back just enough to look at her, and his hands were shaking where they gripped her waist.
Every instinct in him was clearly screaming to just take, to claim, to bite....
But he was asking....Still asking.
Still giving her the choice.
Even though she could feel how much it was costing him. The tension in his muscles. The way his jaw was clenched so tight she could see the strain. The desperate, hungry look in his eyes that he was barely controlling.
[DING! (╥﹏╥)]
[He’s... he’s STILL being respectful! Even now! When he’s clearly about to lose his mind!]
[Host, this is PEAK romance! The serpent who could just TAKE is still ASKING!]
[If you don’t choose him after this, I’m deleting myself! ☆]
"I want it," Xin Yi breathed. "Mark . Qing Lin, I—I choose you. I want—"
She didn’t get to finish.
His mouth crashed back onto hers with a desperate, almost violent hunger. His teeth grazed her lower lip, and she tasted blood for just a second before his tongue was sweeping into her mouth again, claiming, possessing, devouring.
Then his lips were on her neck.
Kissing. Licking. His teeth scraped across Hei Yan’s mark—
And bit down.
"AH!" Xin Yi gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders.
It hurt. But then his tongue was laving over the wound, soothing, and the pain lted into sothing else entirely. A warm and electric feeling.
She felt him drink. Just a little.
[Ehh! Is he a vampire?]
Then he pulled back, his lips stained with her blood, and looked at her with pure, possessive satisfaction.
"Mine," he rasped. His hand ca up to trace the new mark, deeper, more deliberate than Hei Yan’s frantic claiming. "You’re my female now, Xin Yi."
Before she could respond, he scooped her up like she weighed nothing. Her legs automatically wrapped around his waist as he carried her to the sleeping platform, never breaking eye contact.
[DING! ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)]
[OH! OH IT’S HAPPENING!]
[The serpent is about to show her what REAL devotion looks like!]
[Host, I hope you stretched! This is going to be INTENSE! ☆]
He laid her down with surprising gentleness, but there was nothing gentle about the way he looked at her.
"Tell to stop," he murmured, even as his fingers stripped her. "Tell to stop and I will. I swear it."
"Don’t stop," Xin Yi whispered, her face burning. "Please don’t—"
That was all the permission he needed.
It ca off. Then the rest. His own clothes followed, discarded with zero ceremony. And then there was nothing between them but skin and scales and desperate, hungry need.
"You’re so warm," he breathed, his hands mapping every inch of her like he was trying to morize her by touch alone. "My Xin Yi. My pink skin."
Then his mouth was everywhere, her neck, her collarbone, lower, and Xin Yi forgot how to form coherent thoughts.
When he finally entered her, it was with a desperate, almost violent thrust that made her cry out. He froze imdiately, his entire body going rigid.
"Did I hurt you?" His voice was anguished. "Xin Yi, did I—"
"No! No, I’m fine, I just—" She pulled him closer, her legs tightening around him. "Move. Please move."
He did.
And if she had thought Hei Yan was intense, she had been deadwrong.
This was—this was—
Each thrust was deep and perfectly angled to make her see stars. His cool skin against her overheated body was overwhelming. The way he watched her face, drinking in every gasp and moan like they were more precious than water—
"Say it," he growled, his hips snapping forward in a rhythm that made her toes curl. "Say you’re mine."
"I’m—ah!—I’m yours!"
"Again."
"Yours! I’m yours, Qing Lin!"
He made a sound that was pure animal satisfaction. His pace increased, faster, harder, more desperate—
"Mine," he hissed against her ear. "My mate. My female. Mine."
Xin Yi shattered.
When the deed was done, they just lay there, tangled together , breathing hard.
Then Qing Lin shifted, rolling them so she was on top of him, and looked up at her with such raw adoration that Xin Yi’s heart did a weird flip.
"Again," he said simply.
Xin Yi blinked. "What?"
"I want you again." His hands gripped her hips. "I’ve waited for you, Xin Yi. I am not stopping after one round."
"But I can barely—my legs are—"
"I’ll do all the work." His smile was pure sin. "You just have to sit there and look beautiful."
[DING! (⊙_⊙)]
[Oh WOW! Serpent stamina is REAL!]
[Host, you’re in for a LONG night! Or day! What ti is it? Who cares! ☆]
He was already moving, lifting her hips, positioning her—
CRASH!
The door burst open.
"UNCLE QING! PINK SKIN! ARE YOU—"
Xiao Long froze in the doorway, his little python form halfway shifted back to human.
Everyone froze.
Xin Yi looked down at herself, very naked, straddling a very naked Qing Lin.
Qing Lin looked at his Xiao Long, who was staring with huge, horrified eyes.
Xiao Long looked at both of them.
"AHHHHHHHHH!"
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