**WARNING - Mature Content**
The raw hunger in his expression shifted and evolved as he looked at her—primal desire tempered by recognition, possessiveness softened by wonder—all melding into something that transformed what might have been merely carnal into an act of worship.
"Perfect." Mo Xing muttered. "So fucking perfect."
He reached for her again, but this time his touch was different—still passionate but tinged with reverence, as if each caress were both exploration and homecoming. His fingertips traced invisible patterns across her skin, leaving trails of spiritual energy that shimmered with obsidian luminescence before sinking beneath the surface. They merged with her essence, fragmented images flickered at the edges of her consciousness—gardens suspended in celestial mist, conversations beneath the moon, and vows exchanged under the stars.
