Waves of pleasure washed over her, her core clenching around him, their bodies slick with arousal. She whimpered softly in his arms, the initial discomfort quickly giving way to a rising tide of ecstasy. Unconsciously, she arched her hips, meeting his thrusts, her inner muscles tightening around him, pulling him deeper.

Pei Yan, consumed by passion, fought the urge to breach the final barrier and bury himself completely within her. Each thrust became deeper, hitting that sensitive spot with increasing force. He pistoned in and out, shallow, rapid strokes transitioning into deep, powerful lunges, a relentless rhythm against her most vulnerable flesh. He demanded she describe the sensations, how his shaft felt within her.

Yao Ji was shy at first, hesitant to voice such intimate details. "I can't see," Pei Yan murmured, "I just want to know if you're comfortable." His words, laced with concern, melted her resistance. She whispered the words, breathless and fragmented, a jumble of half-formed phrases lost in the throes of passion.

"What color is it now?" he asked, his voice low.

"Red... red," she gasped.

"Are your lips swollen, or the little bud?"

"Mmm... mmm... the lips... swollen..."

"So," he chuckled, his fingers finding that sensitive nub, pinching and teasing, "the little bud isn't swollen yet."

A cry escaped Yao Ji's lips as a fresh wave of pleasure crashed over her, her body convulsing as she reached another peak.

His voice, husky with desire, continued its slow, deliberate exploration. "You're so wet, my little Yao Yao, a girl made of water. Tell me, where are your sweet juices flowing?"

"On my... bottom," she moaned, "and... and on your... your c0ck."

"Good girl..." Her innocent compliance pleased him. He wasn't a man driven by lvst; at twenty-four, he had no concubines, no lovers. But with this girl, he realized, even without the dream incense, he would be just as consumed by desire, wanting nothing more than to have her beneath him, to possess her completely. A fierce, almost violent urge pulsed through him, the desire to take her to the very edge, to shatter her with his passion.

He held back, reminding himself it was her first time, her body too delicate for such intensity. He would have to restrain himself, for now. A smile played on his lips. There was always tomorrow.

He thrust deep inside her once more, feeling the pulsing throb of his arousal. He could no longer hold back. Lowering his voice, he kissed her. "Taste me, Yao Yao. I'm going to fill you with my essence... Do you want it?"

"Yes... ah..." She clung to him, her body molding against his. His rhythm intensified, faster and harder, until they both cried out in unison, their bodies intertwined, surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure. She pulsed around him, her own release mingling with the hot stream of his seed as he poured himself into her.

The poison was purged from Pei Yan's system, and the antidote to the dream incense, swiftly prepared by the family's healers, was administered. Seeing him restored to health, Yao Ji finally allowed herself to relax. She couldn't help but ask, "Who did this to you?"

"An old enemy, the Wuji Sect. I was careless," Pei Yan said, wanting to spare her any worry. "I've already sent people to deal with them. Don't worry." He took her hand, a gentle smile gracing his lips. "Yao Yao, shouldn't you be thinking about yourself?"

"Me?" Yao Ji was confused.

"Silly girl..."

His gaze softened. She hadn't considered what she might gain from saving him, from giving him her innocence. Any other woman would be thinking of her future, of securing her position. But she was different, innocent and selfless, her heart untouched by worldly desires. If she wouldn't think of it, he would.

He tightened his grip on her hand. "Yao Yao, marry me."