Chapter 58: Chapter 58: Possession

Lu Xiao’s words were so moving they made Su Tang’s heart flutter.

“Tangtang…”

He whispered her name, his voice incredibly hoarse, carrying a tantalizing magnetism. “We…”

The rest of his words were swallowed by his sudden closeness.

He leaned down, carrying that unique, reassuring scent that was his alone.

Their breaths mingled, warm and intimate.

Su Tang closed her eyes, her long lashes trembling like a butterfly’s wings. Her hand unconsciously clutched the corner of Lu Xiao’s shirt.

Suddenly, there was a soft fizzle.

A red candle, at this most tense and romantic moment, burned its last drop of wax, flickered a few times, and went out.

The room instantly grew half as bright, with only the other candle still burning.

The light became even more hazy and intimate, and the flickering shadows on the wall intertwined more deeply.

In the darkness, Lu Xiao’s movements seemed to stiffen for a moment.

Su Tang couldn’t help but let out a small laugh.

The soft laugh was like a feather, gently tickling away the intensely strained atmosphere.

Lu Xiao laughed softly as well, his chest vibrating with a doting fondness.

He didn’t get up to relight the extinguished candle. Instead, he moved closer to her in the hazy light.

The unfinished words, the unspoken affection, all melted into the half-lit darkness, a night woven from only the sound of their intertwined heartbeats and breaths.

The remaining half of the red candle burned quietly.

Its flame danced, illuminating the figures huddled closely together.

In the dark, sight took a backseat, while touch and smell became incredibly sharp.

His scent, wisp by wisp, was now an imperious invasion.

It was the scent of clean soap and sun-kissed skin.

His warm breath fanned across her temple and the tip of her brow, tickling her, carrying a tantalizing, moist longing.

“Tangtang…”

Lu Xiao called her name again, his voice even hoarser this time. Each syllable carried a scalding heat, pressed close to the sensitive shell of her ear.

In the darkness, his lips seemed to brush against her temple, leaving a faint electric current that shot all the way to her fingertips.

The fingers clutching his shirt curled unconsciously, then gripped even tighter, as if it were the only piece of driftwood in a storm.

His kiss didn’t land on her lips immediately. First, it was her forehead, as precious as a touch on fragile glass.

Then, the tip of her nose, a light peck filled with a childlike intimacy.

Next were her closed eyelids. She could feel his cool lips press against them, lingering for a moment as if trying to kiss her butterfly-wing lashes still.

Every touch was like kindling a wildfire, sparking a tingling itch.

She kept her eyes closed. The world was a thick, inky black, where only the sensations, warmth, and sounds he gave her were infinitely amplified.

She couldn’t tell if the thumping heartbeat was his or hers. It sounded like a distant tide, each wave stronger than the last.

The meager light stingily outlined his silhouette, casting a large, blurry shadow on the wall that completely enveloped and consumed her own.

That damp heat seemed to have finally found its destination.

At first, it was a tentative, gentle touch, like a butterfly landing on a petal.

The moment they touched, a buzz went through Su Tang’s mind, and it went completely blank, leaving only the soft sensation on her lips.

It was a strange dizziness. Neither of them spoke.

After a long moment, Lu Xiao let out a low sigh, as if he had made up his mind.

No longer was it a test, a mere taste.

His tongue gently tapped against her pearly teeth, and the moment she parted her lips, the long-pent-up tide of passion surged forth.

Her senses were completely overwhelmed, as if a pleasant buzz of alcohol had spread through her entire body.

’Was it the aftertaste of the ceremonial wine they had just shared?’

’Or was it the rich nectar brewed from passion itself?’

Su Tang could no longer tell. All she could feel was his conquering yet utterly tender advance.

At some point, Lu Xiao’s hand had let go of her clothes and moved to cup her face, his thumb gently caressing her scalding skin.

His other hand slipped through her long hair to support the nape of her neck, pulling her even closer to him.

The pads of his fingers were lightly calloused, and every movement was like plucking a string on her nerves, playing a silent, trembling melody.

The darkness amplified every minute sensation.

The RUSTLE of fabric rubbing together sounded like whispered words of love.

The breath that escaped his throat was like the most beautiful symphony.

The clothes on her body felt like a superfluous restraint. Beneath the layers of silk, desire was a more direct heat.

Su Tang clumsily returned his kiss, inexperienced yet ardent. Her arms unconsciously wrapped around his neck, her fingertips sinking into the short hair at his nape.

The candlelight outlined the profile of Lu Xiao’s face—his straight nose, his tight jaw, and the fine beads of sweat that seemed to form on his temples, glinting faintly in the dim, yellow halo.

Su Tang’s eyes were half-open. In her hazy vision were his features, so close, as deep as the night sea.

A whirlpool swirled in his eyes—one she couldn’t comprehend, but into which she willingly drowned.

Like petals being gently unfurled by the night breeze, her restraints were shed layer by layer.

The scorching, delicate smoothness was finally exposed to the cool air, only to be instantly covered by his body heat.

The damp heat traveled down the stem of the blooming flower, lingering, leaving its mark like a spreading wildfire.

She was like a fully drawn bow, the words she had yet to speak drowned in a deeper breath.

The half-burnt red candle now burned at its most intense.

The flame leaped high, and the entwined shadows on the wall seemed to come alive, rising and falling in rhythm with the flickering fire.

All words lost their meaning, leaving only the most instinctive exploration and union.

The entire world was condensed into this tiny space.

All that remained was the burning, the sinking, and each other.

In her daze, Su Tang could feel Lu Xiao’s restraint and tension.

He was afraid of hurting her, or that she might be uncomfortable.

Su Tang was too exhausted to speak. She could only reach out and hold Lu Xiao tightly.

The charging knight had always been incomparably valiant.

The two of them were at it until the middle of the night before they finally fell asleep. Su Tang heard the sound of Lu Xiao getting up.

He wet a towel, wiped the sweat from Su Tang’s body, and then changed her into a clean nightgown.

When Lu Xiao returned after cleaning up, Su Tang automatically rolled into his arms.

Lu Xiao looked down at the soundly sleeping Su Tang, his heart nearly overflowing with contentment.

“Tangtang.”

He called her name softly, and Su Tang gave a listless “mhm.”

“Go to sleep.”

Lu Xiao reached out, briefly smoothed her hair, and held her as he closed his eyes.

Su Tang had a dream. She was a little restless, but after smelling the pleasant scent on Lu Xiao, the furrow in her brow smoothed out.

When Su Tang opened her eyes early the next morning, Lu Xiao was no longer beside her.

She heard footsteps in the courtyard outside, and when she parted the curtain, she saw Lu Xiao returning.

He was carrying a lunch box; it was obvious he had gone to the canteen to get food.

Their eyes met. Su Tang’s face flushed red, and she quickly pulled the curtain shut again.

’Last night didn’t feel like anything, but seeing him in the light of day is suddenly so embarrassing…’

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