Inferno Hearts | Xu Minghao

72. From Dusk Till Dawn

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He pressed a gentle, lingering kiss on her lips again, conveying through this tender gesture just how much she meant to him.

Their eyes met, a profound understanding passing between them, as if speaking a language only they knew. Slowly, he leaned in, pressing his forehead tenderly against hers. 

The world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them in this fragile, beautiful moment.

He could feel the warmth of her skin, the softness of her breath mingling with his. It was a silent conversation, an unspoken declaration of love and connection. 

Their breaths synchronized, the rise and fall of their chests moving in harmony. It was a dance of souls, a gentle sway of hearts that beat as one. Minghao felt a surge of emotion, a rush of gratitude for having her in his life.

He whispered, "You mean more to me than words can express, Nabi. I love you so much," letting his love seep into those few words, hoping she could feel the depth of his affection for her.

"I love you too."

Summoning a surge of courage, she leaned in, her lips gently meeting his, initiating a tender kiss. Minghao responded almost instantly, cherishing the beautiful connection they were sharing. 

He had often been the one to initiate such moments, but seeing Nabi this comfortable and willing warmed his heart, filling him with gratitude for the love they had built together. 

Their lips moved in perfect synchronization, a dance of desire and love that grew more passionate and intense with each passing moment. 

The world around them faded into a blur as they were consumed by the fire of their connection, a beautiful confluence of hearts and souls expressing their love in the most tender and fervent way possible. 

Her hands found their way to his hair, fingers threading through the soft strands, while Minghao's touch on her bare waist sent delightful shivers down her spine. 

Slowly, he trailed down to her jaw, pressing tender, open-mouthed kisses. 

She tilted her head slightly, granting him easier access, her heart racing with the anticipation of his affectionate exploration. 

Every touch, every kiss was a sweet melody that played on the strings of their desire.

He discovered her weak spot and began placing gentle, lingering kisses there, his movements slow and deliberate. Nabi couldn't help but let out soft moans, a symphony of pleasure she had never experienced before in her entire life. 

Each sensation sent waves of delight through her, and it was a revelation, a beautiful discovery of a pleasure she had never known existed. 

Minghao's tenderness and attentiveness made her feel cherished and desired in a way she had only dreamed of, intensifying the passion and intimacy they were sharing.

He took a moment after the kisses, allowing his lips to rest on her neck, where a scar adorned her skin—a scar that was a painful reminder of the past, a scar he blamed himself for. 

He wished he could turn back time, protect her from herself, and erase the pain she had endured. But in this moment, he was determined to be the source of her comfort, love, and healing. 

He vowed never to let her hurt herself again, offering her the love and care she deserved.

"You can...continue," she whispered softly, feeling his warm breath on her neck. Minghao raised his head slowly, meeting her eyes.