All he wants is to be accepted.

She wants to take the initiative.

That's why she was so surprised and even flustered when he swept her off her feet.

She's an Empress.

He's a strategist's apprentice.

Probably twice his age, too.

That's why he was so surprised and even flustered when she melted in his touch.

She's ice.

He's fire.

And that's why they were both so surprised and even flustered when they both went to Heaven.

Such gracious in his acts.

He's careful not to lose himself.

After all, she's an Empress. He wants to prove himself. His lips are warm against the beautiful flower.

He's afraid to make her wilt.

Delicate ice flower..he embraces her in his flames.

His kisses are experienced, to her awe. Each time his lips brush against hers, it's sweet, tender and scorching.

She likes the fire, she likes the heat.

She wants to be closer.

A warm feeling moves through his body when he finds himself stripped.

He likes the ice, he likes the deep freeze.

Her moans are like a beautiful melody.

A cold breeze is around them, mixed with delicious heat as he lays her down to the sheets.

In all her naked glory, she's a priceless creature.

His fingertips are on fire, leaving ash in their wake, as he moves up and down her pale porcelain skin.

Stroking her tenderly, her fingernails dig deep into his hair, matching his strokes.

Simultaneously moving together, he bends down to kiss her gently.

He digs deeper, he loves the way she quivers. She leans back, moving with him, letting out a sigh that nearly melt him.

"Z-Zhen.." he whispers into her neck, as he takes a bite, daring to mark the Empress as his.

She's responsive, letting out another passionate sigh.

He moves his hand faster, her eyes glow in pure bliss.

She watches him, watches his tongue dart out and lick as his own lips, tasting her on them.

"Beautiful.."

But that couldn't come close to describing this.

He moves those glossy lips all over her body. Tasting her skin, tasting that forbidden fruit.

A woman he knows he's not supposed to have.

A woman he knows he's not even supposed to know exists.

After all, the wife of an Emperor is his property.

And Lu Xun damns it all with each gentle thrust.

Deeper and deeper into the icy depths of damnation...he moves towards the tide, into the fire.

She again moves with him, long legs wrapped around his body.

Her moans are such beautiful music..

He falls in love with each tender quiver, each passionate sigh that leaves her pillowed lips.

"Master Lu Xun..."

She cries his name quietly. Master only serves to turn him on more, and he moves faster, setting a wild and erratic pace.

He watches as her elaborate hair becomes undone, watching as she becomes undone.

Nails etch against his back, digging into his skin, marking the strategist's apprentice as hers.

She loves the torture, she loves the pain.

He moves faster, her head bounces off the bedpost, and she leans her body into him.

"Don't stop.."

She whispers encouraging words into his ear, her erotic voice sending ice flowers down his spine.

He moves even faster, knowing well that he's probably woken up the entire camp by now.

Her cries are a glorious soundtrack to this horrifying reality.

Because little does he know, Cao Pi is right at the door.