The predator closes in
The moment Lin Xinyao stepped into that dim room, her breath caught on something sharp.A scent like scorched sandalwood and dark spice wrapped around her — Mo Li's aura, far stronger than a mere mortal's musk. It made her chest tighten, her thighs press together as if by instinct.
He stood by the old bunk, eyes half-lidded, crimson irises glowing softly.As the door slid shut behind her with a muted clack, it felt like the world outside simply ceased to exist. Her heart hammered painfully in her ribs.
"I only came because… because last time you did something to my cultivation," she forced out, clutching her robe tight around herself."It's behaving strangely. I have to ensure—"
Mo Li didn't even let her finish. His mouth curved in that lazy, sinful smile that made something deep inside her clench. He stepped forward, closing the distance so swiftly it made her sway back.
His hand found her waist, long fingers warm and rough against the delicate silk.Lin Xinyao jolted as though struck by lightning.Her womb twinged, a tiny sharp pulse that left a shameful wet heat gathering low in her belly.
Her frost qi tried to surge — tried to lock down the feeling in an icy cage — but it fizzled almost immediately. The mark he'd burned into her last time lay hidden, coiled around her dantian like a content serpent, whispering traitorous pleasure.
Her knees went weak. She clutched at his shoulders, tiny gasp spilling out.
Mo Li leaned in. His breath brushed her ear, hot and teasing.
"So sensitive. Even a single touch, and your body answers me before your lips ever could."
Her eyes fluttered, a trembling shudder rolling through her.
"D-Don't… speak such things…"
But her legs pressed tighter together, thighs rubbing, trying to chase a friction she refused to name.
His thumb stroked lazy circles at her hip.
"Why pretend, Xinyao? You've been cultivating frost all your life, choking your yin until it's brittle and starving.It craves warmth. It craves me."
His voice poured through her like molten wine, dissolving reason strand by strand. Her frost core flickered under the weight of his words.
When his mouth finally found hers, her first instinct was to twist away — but he caught her jaw, holding her still.The kiss was soft at first. Testing. Luring.Then his tongue pressed against her lips, demanding entry.
Her lips parted on a ragged, involuntary breath, and he slipped inside. The taste of him — dark, faintly sweet with a metallic edge of qi — made her head spin.
She tried to push against his chest. Tried to summon even a flicker of resistance.Instead her hands curled into the fabric of his robe, pulling him closer, her own mouth opening wider under his. A tiny moan broke free — so soft and raw it sounded like a plea.
When he pulled back, they were both breathing hard. A thin string of wetness still connected their lips.
She stood swaying, face flushed a deep crimson. Her nipples ached, tight peaks pressing obviously against her inner robe. Worse, each subtle shift of her thighs made slickness smear against her own skin.
Mo Li's eyes glowed brighter.
"Look at you… your body's more honest than your tongue could ever be."
Her hands flew to cover her chest, but it was far too late.
He chuckled, dark and low. His hands moved to her sash, pulling the knot loose with infuriating patience.
She squeaked, grabbing at his wrists — but with no real strength. Her limbs felt like warm honey, soft and trembling.
"W-Wait… don't…"
He only smiled, tugging the sash free. The robe fell open around her shoulders, baring smooth skin, delicate curves, the dusky pink of stiffened nipples.
Her breath shuddered out. Shame made her eyes glisten.
"Please… d-don't look at me like that…"
Mo Li's hands slid over her waist, up to cup her bare breasts. His thumbs teased over the sensitive peaks, and her entire body jerked, a soft helpless cry breaking from her throat.
"How should I look then?You came here dripping with yin, practically begging me to cultivate you again."
Slowly, he shrugged out of his robe.Underneath, dark runes snaked across old scars, curling down lean muscle. Faint pulses of demonic qi danced under his skin — hungry, commanding.
Lin Xinyao's eyes darted over him, then snapped away. Her thighs pressed together so hard it almost hurt, trying to ease the pulsing throb in her core.
When his hands returned to her hips, she didn't resist. Couldn't.Instead she let out a tiny, broken whimper, her arms wrapping around his shoulders as he pulled her flush against his heat.
He lowered his head, mouth finding her nipple. When he sucked, her head fell back with a strangled moan. Her hips rocked forward, chasing the contact without meaning to. Wet heat slicked her inner thighs.
"Stop… please… ah— it's… it's not…"
Her words dissolved into another gasp as his teeth grazed lightly over sensitive flesh. Her fingers tangled in his hair, holding him there even as she tried to form denials.
Her frost qi shivered — not with resistance, but fragile, desperate want. It longed for his touch like dry soil aching for rain.
When he lifted his head, dark eyes locked to hers, she was already panting, cheeks bright, legs trembling.
"Say it, Xinyao," he murmured."Say you want me to cultivate with you."
Her mouth opened — and nothing but a tiny, needy whimper came out. Her thighs rubbed together again, hips twitching forward, betraying her.
Mo Li's smile was pure, dark victory.