[Warning: The author goes crazy with the snu snu. This is one of those chapters. Bring tissues for tears and nosebleed!]

She tugged on his hair and his eyes shot up to her, burning. He released the skin he had been sucking on, where she was sure she could find a hickey. His breath on her wet skin made her shiver.

"Every molecule of air that fills my lungs…" He kissed her hardening nipple. "You breathe that life into me."

She was instantly reminded of the words he wrote and the thought alone made her moan.

His mouth wrapped around her nipple, so hard that it was throbbing and he grazed it with his teeth just enough. She dug their nails into his shoulders. She was sure that it hurt, but he didn't even flinch. In fact, the kinky dragon moaned. He moaned around her nipple and the vibration shot a wave straight to her pussy.

She wriggled under him again. She could see that he knew of her impatience and she was grateful when he released her nipple and sat up until he was kneeling again. Both of his hands caressed her breasts, squeezing them in his palms. He stroked her nipples with his thumbs before releasing them and sliding his hand down. He held her at the ribs and as his hands slid over her sides, she could feel the same love in his touch as she did in his eyes.

He took his sweet time to explore her. And it drove her absolutely crazy. She was so worked up that she wanted to cry out. He finally began to unfasten the button of her jeans. She lifted her hips for him, eager for him to pull them down over her ass. She pulled back one leg at a time to free herself from them.

He tossed it aside with the rest of their clothes and looked down into her thighs as he ran soothing circles over her legs.

The serious look on him made his jaw more angular and the vein on his forehead pop out. But his eyes, they sparkled.

"You own me. You are the very reason for my existence in this universe."

Qian Meng's eyes filled with tears. She was starting to realize what he was doing. He was showing her how he felt through his body, the way he was comfortable, but at the same time, he found the words to accompany them.

"Mo Qingchen," she breathed, her voice barely audible. A tear slid down her eye and she didn't bother to wipe it away. "I love you."

He nodded. "Yes. I want you to remember everything that I just told you. Because I mean every word and so much more. Don't you dare forget it."

She nodded. "I need you."

She watched as he got his pants off. He shifted around until she lay before him, panting and ready for him. She was happy to see that the boxers went down with his pants. It showed just how eager he was.

He was left completely naked and she was sure that she had completely soaked through her panties.

His eyes settled on her foot as he took it in his hands. He made her stretch her legs up and out towards him. He kissed her ankles slowly and up her calf to her knee. His lips moved slowly.

Qian Meng was so desperate for him that the whole process felt like torture. But she didn't want him to go faster. The slow burn was killing her, but it would be a good death.

He moved closer and closer. Her stomach tightened in anticipation as he tugged on her panties. She lifted her hips to allow them to pass over her ass and then came the moment when he pulled it down low enough that his lips kept moving higher and higher.

She kicked the panties down and off her feet and he was already dangerously close to her slit.

She knew he wasn't going there, but she could hope. He veered left and kissed up to her hips. She took a breath, willing herself to be patient with him. He kissed her with absolute reverence. The way he touched her, the way he looked at her, the way that his lips formed against her skin.

"You are the only Goddess I pray to, Qian Meng." He paused to place another kiss on her hip. "And my lips praise you. I kneel before the altar of your body."

'Where did he come up with these things?' she screamed internally.

"Please touch me," she begged.

He gave in to her request and his hand ghosted up her thigh, towards the heat of her center. He obviously wanted to torment her, because he didn't touch her there. His fingers were right there, as close as his hand massaged her inner thigh.

All the while, his lips continued their trail and he kissed her over her ribcage. She tugged at his hair in frustration and she was almost scared that she would leave him with bald spots by the end of the night.

Finally, he touched her. At the same time as his lips returned to her breasts, two of his fingers slid up the length of her entrance. She moaned loudly, not expecting the intensity.

Extended foreplay was something else, indeed.

"Damn…" he breathed, marveling at how wet she was.

"All for you," she told him immediately.

He took her hand and before she could understand what he was doing, he had her fingers pressed into herself, exploring her own wetness with his hands over hers. He guided her fingers to dip through her folds.

"You feel that? You are absolutely dripping for me." His voice was deep and full of lust. "Is that what I do to you?"

He was right. "Yes," she moaned.

"Is this how badly your body craves me, baby?"

"Yes."

"It's because you were made for me. You crave me because I am—"

"—Your other half," she finished for him.

"Yes." The tip of his finger skimmed her clit and she groaned. "Are you ready for me?"