In the penthouse suite of the Starry Garden Hotel, the night was still and serene. This was the room Gu Qing had specially prepared for them—elegantly appointed with floor-to-ceiling windows framing the sprawling starry sky, the lights of the entire city seeming close enough to touch.
Inside the room, Milton still wore his silver-white wedding attire, sitting nervously on the edge of the bed. His hands clasped tightly over his knees, silver lashes lowered, his breath carrying a hint of unease.
A faint sound came from the doorway as Gu Qing entered. He had changed into a deep black silk robe, its collar slightly open, his hair still carrying the crisp moisture of a recent shower. Leaning against the doorframe, a playful curve touched his lips as his husky, captivating voice murmured, “Admiral, you look… very nervous.”
Milton sat bolt upright, a flush spreading across his ears. “I… I’m not.”
“Is that so? So the Admiral isn’t looking forward to our wedding night?” Gu Qing raised an eyebrow, turning as if to leave. “Then I’ll go handle matters at Qingyuan—”
“Don’t go.” Milton instinctively grabbed the hem of his robe, a flicker of urgency in his eyes, as if finally acknowledging his own anticipation. Gu Qing slid down beside him, his fingers gently tracing the intricate patterns on Milton’s formal attire.
“This will be one of our homes,” Gu Qing said suddenly.
“…Did you plan this all along?” Milton stared at him, eyes wide.
Gu Qing nodded. “No, I only prepared it recently. This restaurant is Qingyuan’s new base on Oniya Star. I proposed here, and I’ll hold our wedding here, because I want every place we go in the future to hold our memories. Even just a corner, a shadow, will remind me of you.”
Milton froze, then asked after a moment, “So you’ve been busy with this lately, with Loes and Aes?”
Gu Qing chuckled softly. “Yes. I’ve been working hard to bring the Admiral home as soon as possible.”
He smiled as he pulled Milton to the window. The curtains slid open slowly—revealing the city’s lights spread across the star-studded sky.
Milton seemed to lose his breath at the magnificent sight. He stood silently before the floor-to-ceiling window, his cool violet eyes reflecting the myriad lights and endless starry expanse. As an admiral, he had spent most of his life in this pitch-black universe, but to him, it had once been nothing more than a cold battlefield, filled with the stench of gunpowder and death.
At this moment, his eyes shimmered with a childlike, pure light. He gazed for a long time, as if trying to etch this romance—prepared for him by Gu Qing herself—deep into his soul. Never had the starry sky felt so gentle, nor had he felt so intimately connected to the cosmos. The taut string within him gradually relaxed under the soothing embrace of this magnificent celestial glow.
Gu Qing remained silent, standing quietly behind him. She watched Milton’s elegant profile outlined by starlight, patiently waiting for her lover to absorb and settle into this tranquility.
Only when the night deepened and the room’s temperature rose quietly in the stillness did he move.
Only then did he slowly step forward, wrapping his arms around Milton’s waist from behind and resting his chin on the other’s shoulder. His scorching breath brushed against Milton’s sensitive neck, and the desire long suppressed, like a dormant fire beneath the earth, ignited completely in that moment.
“My Queen… Have you seen enough?” Gu Qing’s voice was hoarse and magnetic, tinged with a dangerous allure. “Have you forgotten we still have the most important ‘ceremony’ tonight?”
The words barely left his lips when Gu Qing’s long arm swept around, forcefully turning Milton to face him. Milton instinctively tried to step back, but his back slammed against the cold floor-to-ceiling window, leaving him no room to retreat. He struggled slightly, lifting his wrist just as Gu Qing’s hand clamped down, pinning it above his head and pressing him hard against the glass. his other hand pressed dominantly against Milton’s lower back, forcing them into a seamless, intimate closeness.
Gu Qing leaned down to kiss him. That kiss was like a flood breaking through a dam—burning with a possessive heat and an inescapable depth of feeling that sealed every tiny tremor of Milton’s breath between their lips.
Milton was robbed of breath by this overwhelming surge of emotion, his silver lashes quivering uncontrollably like frightened creatures. Under Gu Qing’s fierce invasion, his cheeks flushed crimson. His once rigid frame gradually softened beneath that scorching heat, nearly melting into the other’s embrace.
Gu Qing’s fingertips slipped beneath the collar, slowly undoing the silver-white gown’s clasp. As the fabric slid down, the porcelain-white, delicate curve of Milton’s shoulder and spine were fully exposed to the air. Against the contrast of Gu Qing’s black silk robe, that pallor seemed almost translucent, making Gu Qing’s gaze grow even darker and more intense. His fingertips traced Milton’s spine like sparks of fire, igniting electric shivers that sent wave after wave of tremors through Milton’s body.
Gu Qing buried his face in Milton’s neck, his breath grazing the sensitive earlobe. His voice was low and hoarse, barely more than a whisper: “Do you know… how long I’ve held back?”
Milton’s violet eyes were misty with moisture. Trapped between Gu Qing’s embrace and the cold floor-to-ceiling window, he had nowhere to retreat. His heart pounded like a drum. Yet he did not flinch. Instead, he met Gu Qing’s gaze, his eyes churning with bashfulness, longing, and intense love, unreservedly imprinting themselves deep within Gu Qing’s burning pupils.
This wholehearted surrender completely ignited Gu Qing’s last shred of restraint.
Black robes and disheveled silver garments lay tangled on the floor. Gu Qing lowered his head to kiss Milton’s delicate neck, his warm lips and tongue tracing down the collarbone, lingering on the pale chest.
Each deep kiss he planted left crimson marks upon that icy skin, as if he were dragging this cold, proud ice sculpture beauty into the seething sea of passion, branding her with a mark only he possessed.
Amidst a haze of breathless gasps, Gu Qing cupped Milton’s face, forcing him to meet his gaze. His tone was firm yet tender: “From this day forward, you are my only home.”
Milton tilted his head back in dazed submission, his violet eyes misted with moisture, hazy and deeply affectionate. His palm pressed against Gu Qing’s broad, powerful bronze chest, clearly feeling the strong heartbeat pulsing for him. This palpable reality stripped away his last defenses. He tilted his head slightly, drawing closer to Gu Qing’s ear, his voice low and hoarse yet radiating absolute loyalty and resolve:
“Me too… forever.”
Gu Qing chuckled softly, leaning down to kiss him again. Milton instinctively tried to turn his face away in shyness, but Gu Qing gently yet firmly captured his chin. He kissed the damp lashes and flushed cheeks with tender precision, finally sealing Milton’s slightly parted, rosy lips with a possessive kiss amidst his soft, broken breaths.
Starlight spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting their intertwined silhouettes in silver light.
Gu Qing’s hand slid slowly downward, his fingertips’ scorching heat meeting the crimson marks on Milton’s porcelain skin, sending a shiver through him.
Watching the body, once as pure as ice sculpture, stained with mottled hues because of him, Gu Qing’s gaze grew darker. “Milton…” he murmured into his lover’s ear, his voice low and possessive, “You will only ever look at me. You will only ever belong to me.”
Milton’s lashes fluttered, finally closing against the searing gaze. Before he could conceal the flush on his cheeks, his body grew light as Gu Qing lifted him horizontally, setting him gently upon the bed draped in snow-white, plush blankets.
“Don’t move.” Gu Qing’s voice was hoarse, a command brooking no argument. He turned Milton over, exposing the slender, snow-white spine to his gaze.
As desire surged, the mysterious insect pattern on Milton’s back stirred to life. Deep silver light rippled beneath his skin, like a tranquil galaxy, casting a dangerous beauty over the room. Gu Qing lowered his head, his lips and teeth tracing a winding path of kisses down the pattern. Milton’s hands clenched the soft blanket, knuckles turning white, his throat releasing fragmented gasps.
When Gu Qing’s kisses reached the base of his thigh, his movements paused noticeably.
The spot was already damp, warm and yielding—proof that Milton was responding without reserve, body and soul open to him. Gu Qing’s breathing grew heavy, the surging emotions in his chest threatening to overwhelm his reason. He drew a deep breath, as if suppressing them, yet also as if carefully catching this response with reverence.
As desire surged beyond containment, Milton’s primal instincts fully awakened. An intense, intoxicating rose fragrance erupted from his porcelain skin—the pheromone of a female in full arousal, carrying a devotion and dependence that promised to last a lifetime.
Gu Qing’s gaze deepened as the pure, potent golden spiritual energy within him erupted outward. Like golden flames, it gently yet imperiously enveloped the rose scent layer by layer, binding their essences together—not merely arousal, but proof of their mutual choice and belonging.
Gu Qing could no longer hold back. Lowering his hips and thrusting forward, he forcefully penetrated the muddy depths.
The utter fullness sent shivers through both their souls. Clutching Milton’s waist tightly, his movements grew fierce and domineering. Each impact was precise and heavy, relentlessly plowing through the warm depths. Every inch, every corner was utterly filled by this fierce force and presence, leaving no space untouched.
Milton was like a small boat violently tossed in a storm, passively enduring this wild assault. His cool violet eyes were now completely unfocused, the corners tinged with a gorgeous flush. His skin, too, had taken on an alluring crimson hue from this intense, domineering rhythm.
Fingertips dug deep into Gu Qing’s bronze shoulders. Milton’s voice trembled beyond recognition: “…Gu Qing, don’t… don’t leave me…”
“I won’t go,” Gu Qing murmured against his ear, his movements growing deeper and more fiery, as if carving his soul inch by inch into the other’s flesh through this forceful union. “You are my only Queen… my one and only.”
As Gu Qing’s invasion deepened relentlessly, the wetness between Milton’s legs grew more overwhelming. Wave upon wave of pleasure surged through him, reaching the deepest, most forbidden part of his body—the reproductive cavity that only opened during heat. Under Gu Qing’s domineering rhythm and the seduction of his spiritual energy, it trembled and blossomed for him.
“Mmm… Gu Qing… too deep…!” Milton arched his neck, his broken moans dissolving into whimpers of surrender.
With the final few heavy thrusts, pleasure flooded him like a deluge. His back convulsed violently as Milton finally reached the peak. In that instant, rose pheromones exploded wildly, colliding and fusing with golden spiritual energy deep within the reproductive cavity like a magnificent stellar explosion. Then, a torrent of arousal fluid, unleashed by the lingering echoes of climax, spilled wildly, soaking the point of their union into a drenched mess.
Gu Qing felt the frenzied sucking kisses and acceptance within his lover’s body, a satisfied growl escaping his throat as he poured all his pent-up heat into that blossoming depths.
He lowered his body, cradling the utterly dazed, limp Milton in his arms. Planting scattered kisses on the sweat-dampened forehead, his voice deep as a vow: “Milton, from this day forward, our souls shall never part.”
Yet the storm raged on. Milton’s body, hypersensitive, continued to contract and suckle the massive presence within him, insatiable. This only stoked the dark fire in Gu Qing’s eyes, reigniting the lingering heat within him until it swelled again, harder than before.
His large hands gripped Milton’s waist tightly as his hips thrust forward again, driven by a more frenzied yet rhythmic ferocity, plunging deep inside once more.
“Mmm… please stop…” Milton sobbed, collapsing in exhaustion. Instinctively, he tried to crawl forward, desperate to escape this relentless possession. Yet in the next instant, Gu Qing’s iron-like grip seized his flushed waist, yanking him back. He was forcefully flipped over, now facing Gu Qing directly.
Milton was forced to spread his legs and wrap them around Gu Qing’s waist. Under this unflinching gaze, the instincts of the female insect within him were fully ignited. He clung desperately to Gu Qing’s back, his fingertips dragging across the bronze-toned muscles, leaving deep crimson scratches, then bit down hard on the other’s shoulder.
The tang of blood and the sting of pain electrified both men. Instead of pulling away, Gu Qing lowered his shoulder, tilting his body slightly to allow Milton to bite deeper, scratch harder, letting that painful love spread across their skin.
“You bite so hard…” Gu Qing murmured hoarsely into his lover’s flushed ear, his voice husky and aggressive. “You’re mine, Milton. And I’ve marked you with mine. We belong to each other.”
Gu Qing’s movements below grew more forceful and heavy, as if seeking a frenzied resonance with his lover through the intertwined sensations of physical pain and pleasure.
The intense rose fragrance and dazzling golden light swirled and intertwined within the room once more, like two stars gently yet passionately colliding in the depths of the cosmos. They erupted with boundless love and radiance, completely engulfing both souls.
That night, Gu Qing seemed determined to make up for all the cold, lonely years past, possessing him again and again.
As dawn’s first light touched the sky, Milton slept, exhausted from the relentless tenderness. Gu Qing still held him tightly from behind, his fingertips tracing the fiery silver patterns across Milton’s back. The bite marks and claw scratches on his own shoulders were the proudest badges of last night’s wild passion.
Gu Qing kissed the shimmering silver mark and whispered softly in the stillness: “In my heart, you are the only light, and my eternal home.”