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Chapter 6 - The fifth encounter

Ming Ji lifted Jin higher—effortless, like he weighed nothing.

Their bodies pressed tight, hips grinding once—slow and deliberate.

Jin gasped into the kiss, back arching at the sudden friction. Heat exploded between them.

Ming Ji broke the kiss only to trail his mouth down Jin's chest—nipping through fabric until he reached the waistband of his pants.

His fingers hooked into it, tugging just slightly.

"Say it again," he demanded, voice rough with need. "*One more time.*"

Jin panted,* eyes hazy with heat.*

"Yours…"

"I'm yours… *please…*"That single word seemed to break something in Ming Ji.

His whole body went taut. Heat burned in his eyes at the sound.

Jin gasped as he was dropped suddenly on the bed, but before he could even look up, Ming Ji was on top of him, pinning his wrists to the sheets.

His body caged him in—hard and unyielding.

He dipped his head down, lips brushing the sensitive spot beneath Jin's ear, then lower—

His teeth grazed his throat—

"*Mine,*" he growled again,* "say it one more time."This time, the word came out as a moan.

Ming Ji sucked a mark into his neck—hard enough to bruise—as if marking Jin as his own in every possible way.

Everything was heat now—Ming Ji's body flush against Jin's, their legs a tangled mess, their hearts hammering so hard it was like an earthquake.

His weight pressed Jin down into the sheets.

Jin could feel every part of him—hard and hot and *desperate.*

"Yours…" he whispered again—breathless and burning.̶M̶i̶n̶g Ji growled low in his throat—animalistic, possessive.

He released Jin's wrists and yanked his shirt up over his head in one swift motion.

The second Jin's bare chest met the air, Ming Ji leaned down—mouth hot and relentless—licking a trail from collarbone to nipple.

Jin arched sharply off the bed with a broken gasp.

"Ah! M-Ming Ji—!"

Ming Ji didn't stop.

Didn't slow.

He bit lightly on one peak, then soothed it with tongue—over and over until Jin was trembling beneath him, hands clawing at the sheets.

"You feel that?" Ming Ji murmured darkly,* lips brushing skin.* "Every part of you is *reacting*… begging for me."

Jin could only nod,* breathless,* hips twitching upward on their own.*

And Ming Ji smiled—

fierce,

triumphant,

*fully awake now.*

The storm had finally arrived.

And there was no going back.The heat inside Jin was building and building, burning through his veins like fire.

He panted, every breath a soft, desperate noise.

Ming Ji's lips kept moving—

Over his stomach, his hips…

Toward the waistband of his pants.

He paused there, fingers gripping the edges, and bit down hard on Jin's hip.

"Tell me again."

Jin's breath hitched, head tilting back as he groaned in a voice that didn't even sound like his own.*

"Only yours… I'm all yours…"̶M̶i̶n̶g Ji's eyes burned silver in the dim light.

A low, dark sound escaped his throat—like a predator who'd finally claimed its mate.

He slowly unfastened Jin's pants, each movement deliberate, like he was savoring the moment.

Jin trembled beneath him—hips twitching as Ming Ji tugged the fabric down just enough to expose warm skin and rising heat beneath.*

"Look at me," Ming Ji ordered softly.

Jin obeyed.

Their eyes met—and something passed between them:

*Need.*

*Hunger.*

*A bond too deep for words.*

Then Ming Ji leaned down—mouth hovering just above where Jin ached most—

and whispered:

**"Beg for it."**̶Jin's breath came in short, shaky gasps.

His body arched slightly—needing, wanting—every nerve on fire.

He stared down at Ming Ji, silver eyes glowing like moonlight over steel… and something inside him *shattered.*

A whisper escaped his lips—

"Please…"

"*Ming Ji… please…*"

His voice cracked with desperation.

"I need you… I can't—I can't wait anymore…"

Ming Ji smiled then—slow, dark, victorious.

And finally…

he closed the distance.The first touch of Ming Ji's tongue was pure electric heat.

Jin threw his head back with a broken gasp.

His hands clawed into the sheets, trying to cling to *something—* anything—as pleasure rolled through him in waves.

Ming Ji didn't let up.

He took his time, tasting and teasing until Jin was a trembling, panting wreck beneath him—

Just barely managing to hold himself back from taking what he needed.

"Ming Ji…" he finally gasped, "please… please, I need—"The sound of Jin's voice—broken with need, pleading—almost sent Ming Ji over the edge.

He closed his eyes, trying to hold on just a little longer, to savor every moment of this.

But then Jin whimpered softly, hips bucking up against him, and the last thread of Ming Ji's self-control snapped.

With a low growl, he lifted his mouth and moved up Jin's body until their faces were level—heat burning between them like fire.

"What do you need?" he whispered, eyes molten.̶Jin's voice trembled, barely above a breath—but loud enough in the silence:

"I need you… inside me."

Ming Ji froze—just for a second.

His eyes flared silver, pupils dilating like storm clouds breaking.

Then he surged forward, claiming Jin's mouth in a deep, ravenous kiss—tongue sweeping possessively.

When they broke apart,* both were breathing hard.

"*You're sure?*" Ming Ji growled,* forehead pressed to his.* "Once I have you… I won't ever let go."

Jin nodded,* eyes half-lidded with desire:*

"I don't *want* you to."In the next breath, Ming Ji had rolled them over so Jin was straddling his waist.

His hands skimmed under the edge of his shirt, tugging it up just enough to uncover soft skin.

His eyes traced every curve, every muscle with a heat bordering on worship.

"Gods, look at you," Ming Ji murmured huskily, a slight hint of wonder in his voice.*

He slid his hands up, pushing the fabric higher, until it was just above Jin's chest.

"So beautiful… so perfect… and mine."That word—that claim—

It was enough to break Jin completely.*

A shiver ran down his spine as Ming Ji's hands continued their journey over his chest, then his stomach.

His touch was both light and demanding, as if he knew exactly how to make Jin's body respond.

He found every sensitive spot, every secret place that only he could reach—

Leaving a trail of fire in his wake.

"You have no idea," Ming Ji whispered against his skin, "how long I've dreamed of this…"

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