Ch 29: “Only You Can Burn Me”(Explicit – Mature content)

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This chapter contains emotionally intense scenes, including mature romantic and intimate moments between the main characters. Please be advised that the following content ma not be suitable for all readers. Discretion is recommended.

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The dream faded like smoke curling from a dying flame, leaving heat and heartache blooming beneath Yan Rui's skin.

His eyes flew open.

He was drenched in sweat. His chest rose and fell rapidly, fingers twitching over the tangled sheets. Every inch of him ached—like something ancient had been pulled out of his bones and left him hollow… and hungry.

He barely had time to gather his thoughts when he saw him.

Mo Jue.

Sitting silently at the edge of the bed. Hair unbound, like black ink spilling over bare shoulders. His robe hung loosely, revealing muscle and pale scars. And his eyes—

Glowing.

Wild. Hungry. Vulnerable. Caged. All at once.

Rui's voice broke as he sat up. "That dream… that was real?"

Mo Jue didn't speak. But he stood slowly and stepped closer, each movement graceful and predatory. "It wasn't a dream, Rui Xuan. It was a memory. Yours. Mine. Ours."

Rui touched his chest, trembling. "You loved me… even then?"

Mo Jue's eyes darkened. He dropped to his knees beside the bed and gripped Rui's wrist, drawing it to his lips.

"No," he whispered. "I worshipped you."

Then—he pounced.

Their mouths collided like clashing storms. Mo Jue's kiss was fire and fury—teeth, tongue, breathless groans. Rui melted into him with a desperate sound, dragging him down into the mattress, limbs tangling like they'd never been apart.

Clothes were torn, not removed. Mo Jue's hands roamed like they were mapping Rui's skin anew, memorizing every ridge, every sigh. His mouth left a trail of open-mouthed kisses from throat to navel, biting down hard enough to mark.

"Don't stop," Rui panted.

"I can't," Mo Jue growled.

He dragged Rui to the edge of the bed, knelt between his legs, and parted them with reverence and hunger. His breath was hot against Rui's inner thigh.

"You always tasted like lightning," Mo Jue murmured. "Addictive. Untouchable."

Then his mouth was on him.

Hot. Wet. Deep.

Rui cried out, hips jerking, fingers tangled in Mo Jue's hair. "Jue—ah—!"

Mo Jue groaned around him, his tongue merciless, lips sealing over Rui's cock like he was starving for it. He swallowed him down whole, again and again, eyes fixed on Rui's trembling body.

It didn't take long.

Rui's back arched. His thighs tightened around Mo Jue's head. And with a desperate cry, he came into that wicked mouth, shuddering apart.

But Mo Jue didn't stop.

He licked him clean—slow, worshipful—then crawled up Rui's shaking body and kissed him deeply, letting him taste himself on Mo Jue's tongue.

"I'm not done," he rasped. "Not until you remember what it means to be mine."

Rui gasped as he felt the press of Mo Jue's cock—thick, hot, demanding—against his entrance.

"You'll break me," Rui whispered.

Mo Jue's voice was rough silk. "Only if you ask me to."

And then—he thrust inside.

Rui cried out, clutching his shoulders, body stretching around him with burning pleasure. Every inch of Mo Jue's cock was thick and punishing, but Rui wanted it. Needed it.

"You're so tight," Mo Jue groaned, forehead resting against Rui's. "So perfect."

He began to move—slow at first, deep. Deliberate. Dragging out every moment of friction until Rui was whimpering beneath him.

Then—harder.

Faster.

Flesh on flesh, sweat-slick skin colliding in rhythm. Rui wrapped his legs around Mo Jue's waist and let himself drown. Every thrust hit deep. Every sound they made echoed through the room like a vow.

"You're mine," Mo Jue growled, biting Rui's throat. "This body. This soul. This life."

Rui clung to him, eyes glassy. "Then take it. All of it."

Mo Jue slammed into him harder, hand gripping Rui's thigh, voice a snarl.

Their moans filled the dark.

When Rui came again, it hit like a storm, making him convulse and cry out. Mo Jue followed, thrusting deep as he spilled inside, trembling against Rui's chest.

They collapsed together, panting.

Their heartbeats wild and tangled.

And in the stillness after, Mo Jue pressed his lips to Rui's damp temple and whispered, "I'll never let go. Not this life. Not ever again."

Rui closed his eyes, safe in the storm's eye.

"…Then burn with me," he murmured. "Until nothing's left."

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End of Chapter 29

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