Chance Encounters-An Eternal Love of Dreams Fan Fiction

Chapter Eight - Intimacy and Connection

Feng Jiu's eyes widened at the shock of pleasure that course through her the second his lips touched hers for the first time.  It was only for a few seconds as he drew back almost immediately but his eyes remained fixed on hers, holding her gaze with his own, as his arms encircled her waist drawing her closer to him.     She swallowed hard at the tenderness she saw in his eyes and found that she could not look away, could not imagine looking anywhere but at the endless depth of his dark eyes.  He had such beautiful eyes and when they looked at her the way they were doing now she found them simply irresistible.  Her lips parted involuntarily as one of his hands rose up to cup her cheeks gently when he suddenly leaned down to claim a second kiss.  He took his time with this kiss, tasting the pleasure of her lips as it softened beneath his own.  As he deepened the kiss, Feng Jiu could feel herself melting into him as all coherent thought fled from her mind.  All she could think about was that she never wanted this moment to end.  She opened her mouth instinctively and his tongue tangled with hers, tasting her, making them both groan from the intense pleasure of it.  Soon, he was no longer gentle with her as he increased the intensity of his kiss.  She moaned, this was almost too much to bear.  She felt the fire of his possessiveness as he molded her to him not breaking the contact of their lips as if laying a claim on her.  But truly, he need not even stake his claim for she has been his for a long time now even as they've only become truly aware of it at this moment. She put her arms around his waist burrowing herself into him.  Their mouths meeting again and again in a frenzy of kisses, a manifestation of the yearning that has steadily been building up between the two of them. Finally, they drew apart, but only because they needed to breath, both still gasping, both panting hard, as he placed his forehead against hers.  In the millions of years that he has lived, he has never once felt anything akin to the way he felt about her. 

"Dijun..." she murmured dazed and confused at the feelings that continued to course through her, at the feelings he incited in her.   For awhile, she had tried to guard herself against him, convincing herself that she was just there to pay off a life debt.   That any emotion that she may feel for him was just one of gratitude and nothing more.  She had been so afraid to fall for him not wanting to get mired in a one sided love affair knowing that he, with his stone cold heart, was not made to love someone, his life having been dedicated solely to the pleasure of the Universe.  She hadn't wanted to play the part of a tragic heroine in the midst of an unrequited love story.  However, with his goodness and fierce resolve to do what's right for the world he had been tasked to save, he had slowly chipped away the shield that she had constructed around her heart.  As she spent more and more time with him, she slowly surrendered her heart into his keeping as she realized that beneath the solitary God lay the beating heart of a man who also craved for companionship and love.  She didn't know if he would ever act upon it with her, or even act upon it at all but she had thrown caution in the wind finally accepting that falling for him had been inevitable from the very start.  She had mentally prepared herself, though, for any disappointment in his response to her.  However, as he stole her first kiss and then her second, she felt a stirring of hope rising up in her that she could no longer suppress.

He could feel her trembling in his arms now as his hands traced a soft pattern on her lips and cheeks, the sweet taste of her mouth still lingering on his tongue.  She tasted like an aphrodisiac tempting him to act upon his baser instincts.   When she finally raised her head to look up at him, he felt his breath hitch and his heart constrict at the unmistakable look of love that he could see in them.  Is this what it feels like to be in love?  He was a novice at it and he was nervous for the first time in his life.  "Call me Donghua. Not Dijun. Not Donghua Dijun.  Just Donghua." He ordered softly wanting the intimacy of hearing his name on her lips. He continued to touch her ever so lightly but with an unmistakable determination as if wanting to memorize every nuance of her face, drinking in every emotion that he could see on her face.