|TAEHYUNG|

Five years have flown by since I married Lisa, and watching her blossom into a fashion designer has been one of the greatest joys of my life.

I've seen her steer her own company with determination and grace, and I couldn't be prouder of her. My love and support have been unwavering, just as I promised her they would be.

I remember the early days when she wanted to continue her studies. I ensured she had the best opportunities, enrolling her in a virtual university with an online program that suited our busy lives.

I hired the best female fashion design teachers to guide her, knowing how important it was for her to succeed.

She completed her studies online, only needing to visit the university for exams. Throughout it all, I was there, making sure she had everything she needed.

Our family has grown since then. The birth of our twins, Lisha and Leonor, has brought more joy into our lives than I ever thought possible.

Balancing her career and motherhood has been challenging for Lisa, but I've done everything I can to support her.

Lisha's name, meaning "sweet, honest; truth," and Leonor's, signifying a "sun ray," reflect the light they bring into our lives.

Thinking back on how things started, I can't help but feel a mix of emotions. My protectiveness, which once might have seemed overwhelming, has now become something Lisa finds comfort in.

I've learned a lot about being a husband and father, and I've grown alongside her.

As today marks our 5th anniversary and the day Lisa's company received an award for her design, I knew I had to celebrate her achievements in a way that honored her hard work and also made a statement to society.

As a businessman, I understood the importance of showcasing our power, so I invited not just our friends but also my rivals and several influential businessmen to the celebration.

While I was in my closet, buttoning up my shirt, I heard Lisa's voice cut through my thoughts, breaking my trance.

My sexy wife, the love of my life, stood before me, unaware of just how possessive I am of her or how much I crave her. She is everything I need and more.

"Taehyung, will Jennie come to our party?" she asked, her voice curious. I looked up at her and felt my breath catch.

She was wearing an incredibly sexy dress, one that made it impossible for me to look away.

I took a moment to answer, my eyes lingering on her. "I don't care if she comes or not," I finally said, my voice firm.

"I've already broken ties with her; she's not worth being called my sister anymore. The only reason I invited her husband is because he's a businessman like the others. But Jennie? She means nothing to me."

I could see the slight surprise in Lisa's eyes, but I wanted her to know that my focus was on her, that she was the center of my world. Lisa walked over to me, her eyes softening as she reached out to correct my collar.

Her touch was gentle, familiar, and filled with the kind of love that only comes from years of being together.

"It's been five years, Taehyung," she said quietly, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness. "I know what happened with Jennie. I just hope that one day she'll change her mind."

I couldn't help but pull her closer, my arms wrapping around her waist as my fingers shamelessly traced the curve of her back.

The feel of her against me, so close, sent a shiver down my spine. My voice dropped to a low, possessive whisper. "I don't care if she changes her mind, Lisa. I will never change mine, and no one—not even you—can do that. Everything I do, it's for us, for our good."

I saw the flicker of understanding in her eyes just before I leaned in and captured her lips in a kiss. It was slow and deliberate, a reminder of the passion we've shared over the years.

When we finally pulled apart, she smiled at me, a mix of amusement and affection in her gaze.

She gently fixed my collar and buttoned the last button on my shirt, her fingers lingering a moment longer than necessary.

"Are our babies ready, Lisa?" I asked, my voice softening as I thought about our twins.

She smiled warmly, her eyes lighting up. "Yes, I made sure they're all set. Now, come out so I can do a bit of touch-up on myself."

I nodded, unable to resist a playful grin as I looked her up and down. "You're already looking incredibly sexy, Lisa. What are you trying to do to me by looking even more stunning?"

She laughed a sweet sound that filled the room and gave me a playful push toward the door. "Go on, Taehyung. We have a party to host, and you don't want to be the one delaying it, do you?"

As I stepped out of the closet, I couldn't resist stealing one last glance at Lisa. My heart swelled with pride and love, knowing how lucky I was to have her by my side.

. Once we were both ready, we heard the sound of little footsteps approaching. Our twins, Lisha and Leonor, came running into the room, their faces beaming with excitement.

Lisha wore a beautiful red frock, and Leonor was dressed in an adorable little suit. It was hard to believe they were already five years old.

As soon as I saw them, I couldn't help but smile and kneel to their level, pulling them both into a hug. Their innocent energy filled the room, and I felt a deep sense of happiness that only they could bring.

"Appa, how do I look?" Lisha asked, her eyes wide with anticipation.

I looked at her, my heart melting at the sight of my little princess. "You look absolutely beautiful, my princess," I said, kissing her forehead.

Just then, Leonor chimed in, his face scrunched up in a mix of frustration and confusion. "Dad, Lisha is teasing me! She's saying that I look like a clown."

I chuckled softly, ruffling his hair. "Leonor, you look incredibly handsome, just like your dad," I reassured him, giving him a gentle squeeze. "Don't listen to your sister; she's just playing around."

Lisha giggled, a mischievous glint in her eyes, while Leonor pouted slightly, though I could see the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Now, let's not tease each other tonight, okay? Remember, tonight is a special night for all of us," Lisa said, her voice full of warmth as I looked between the two of them.

They both nodded, their excitement bubbling over once more, and I couldn't help but feel a swell of pride for my little family.

Tonight would be a night to remember, not just for the world to see our success but for us as a family to cherish the love and joy we've built together.

Lisa smiled warmly at the kids, her eyes filled with love as she looked at them. "Now, let's go. We need to head to the venue, okay? And remember, no mischief tonight," she said, her tone gentle but firm.

Lisha nodded eagerly, her little face full of determination. "Mom, don't worry! I'll take care of myself and my brother," she promised, trying to sound as grown-up as possible.

Leonor, still feeling a bit defensive, pouted slightly as he spoke up. "Mom, she always teases me. I don't want to stay with her. I'll stay with Uncle Jeelen," he insisted, crossing his arms in a small show of stubbornness.

Lisa chuckled softly, bending down to give them both a reassuring hug. "Leonor, Lisha loves you, even if she teases you sometimes. But if you feel more comfortable with Uncle Jeelen tonight, that's okay. Just remember, we're all here to have a good time together."

I could see the tension ease out of Leonor's small frame as he nodded, though he still looked to Lisha with a little wary glance. Lisha, on the other hand, gave him a playful wink, showing she meant no harm with her teasing.

"Alright, let's head out," I said, standing up and taking Lisa's hand.

With that, we gathered our things and made our way out. As we walked out, I glanced at the staff, who were busy making final preparations for the evening.

My eyes then fell on Jeelen, the trusted guard I had personally hired to watch over our kids.

He was more than just security; he was someone I knew I could rely on completely. Jeelen approached us and bowed respectfully, his demeanor calm and composed.

"Congratulations, sir, on your 5th anniversary," he said with a polite smile.

I nodded in acknowledgment. "Thanks, Jeelen. And remember, I need you to take care of them tonight. No excuses. You know how mischievous they can be," I replied, my tone firm but trusting.

Jeelen smiled slightly, understanding the weight of the responsibility. "I know, sir. But don't worry; the kids will be safe with me. I'll keep a close eye on them, and your car and guards are ready as well."

I felt a sense of relief knowing that Jeelen was in charge. His confidence reassured me, and I knew he would do everything necessary to keep Lisha and Leonor safe.

With a final nod, I turned back to Lisa and the kids, ready to head out to the venue.

"Alright then, let's get going," I said, leading the way as we made our way to the car, the anticipation of the evening ahead mingling with the warmth of the family at my side.

As we approached the sleek black BMW waiting at the entrance, my other guards bowed respectfully, opening the door with practiced precision.

Their disciplined demeanor was a testament to the trust and authority I commanded.

I slid into the car, feeling the familiar luxury of the leather seats as Lisa gracefully settled beside me. Jeelen, ever vigilant, ensured that Lisha and Leonor were securely seated in the back, fastening their seatbelts with care.

He then closed the door with a soft thud, offering us a reassuring nod before moving to join the other guards in the SUV that would follow closely behind.

With everyone in place, the engine purred to life, and we began our journey. Tonight was more than just a celebration; it was a testament to everything we had built together as a family and as a powerful force in society.

As we drove toward the venue, I reached over, taking Lisa's hand in mine, feeling the steady rhythm of her pulse under my fingertips.

As the car smoothly glided through the city streets, I kept my gaze fixed ahead, but my thoughts were on the woman sitting beside me and the two little lives in the backseat.

The world outside seemed distant, a blur of lights and shadows, but inside this car, everything was clear and focused.

Tonight was a celebration, yes, but it was also a statement—one that would echo through every corner of the room we were about to enter.

I tightened my grip on Lisa's hand, drawing her closer to me. She turned her head slightly, her eyes meeting mine with that unspoken understanding we had developed over the years.

Her beauty was captivating, but it was the strength in her gaze that always struck me. She had grown so much since we first started this journey together, and I couldn't be prouder of the woman she had become.

"You look stunning tonight," I murmured, my voice low but filled with a deep intensity. "You've outdone yourself, Lisa."

A soft smile played on her lips, and I could see a hint of blush on her cheeks. "Thank you, Taehyung. But tonight isn't just about me—it's about us."

I leaned in slightly, my eyes locking onto hers, my voice dropping to a near whisper. "Everything we've achieved, everything we've built, it's because of us. But make no mistake, tonight is your night. I want them all to see the woman who stands by my side, the woman who's not only the mother of my children but a force to be reckoned with in her own right."

Lisa's eyes softened, and she squeezed my hand in return. "I wouldn't be where I am without you, Taehyung. You've always believed in me, even when I didn't believe in myself."

I smirked, feeling a surge of possessiveness and pride. "And I always will. No one—absolutely no one—can change that. Not Jennie, not anyone. You're mine, Lisa, and I'm yours."

Her expression faltered slightly at the mention of Jennie, but she quickly composed herself, nodding in understanding. "I know. And I'm grateful for everything you've done for me, for us."

Just then, Lisha's giggle from the backseat broke through the intensity of our moment. "Appa, are you going to kiss Mommy again?" She asked with that innocent curiosity only a child could have.

Lisa laughed softly, her eyes twinkling with amusement, while I couldn't help but chuckle at my daughter's bluntness.

I turned slightly, meeting Lisha's wide eyes in the rearview mirror. "Maybe I will, princess," I said with a grin, watching as her face lit up with delight.

Leonor, ever the serious one, chimed in, "Dad, you always kiss Mommy. Can't you just wait until we get to the party?"

I couldn't suppress my laughter this time, my deep voice filling the car. "Leonor, when you find someone you love as much as I love your mom, you'll understand why I can't wait."

Lisa's hand in mine tightened, and I could feel her warmth, her love radiating through that simple touch.

She leaned over, resting her head on my shoulder, a contented sigh escaping her lips. "You're impossible," she whispered, but there was no denying the affection in her voice.

"I'm powerful," I corrected, my tone teasing yet firm. "And you love it."

She smiled against my shoulder, her fingers tracing patterns on my arm. "I do. But you know, Taehyung, sometimes your power isn't just in your strength or your control. It's in your heart. That's what makes you so... irresistible."

Her words struck a chord deep within me, and I felt a rush of emotions I rarely allowed myself to fully acknowledge.

Love, protectiveness, and that fierce need to keep her and our children safe to ensure their happiness, no matter what it took.

The car slowed as we approached the venue, and I could see the crowd gathered outside, waiting for our arrival.

The flashes of cameras, the murmurs of anticipation—it was all so familiar. But tonight felt different, more significant. As the car came to a stop, I looked at Lisa one last time, our eyes locking in a silent promise.

"Ready?" I asked, my voice steady, my expression composed.

She nodded, her eyes filled with the same determination I felt. "Ready."

Our convoy pulled up to the entrance, and the doors of the BMW were opened by the attentive guards. I stepped out first, the grandeur of the venue reflecting off my tailored suit.

The flashes from the cameras were blinding, but I stood tall and composed, embodying the powerful presence I was known for.

Lisa followed, her hand still in mine, as we approached the entrance. The media cameras were focused on us, their lenses capturing every moment.

I could feel the weight of their attention—a reminder of the influence and power I wielded. I made sure to project confidence and strength, my posture firm and my gaze steady.

Jeelen was right behind us, ensuring that Lisha and Leonor were safely escorted from the car. The twins, dressed impeccably in their party outfits, were holding onto Jeelen's hands.

The crowd's attention shifted to them, captivated by their charm and innocence.

I reached out and lifted Lisha into my arms, feeling the familiar warmth of her small body against mine. Leonor, sensing the importance of the moment, clung to my other side.

The cameras flashed relentlessly as I held them close, their laughter and excitement providing a stark contrast to the formality of the event.

I could feel the protective instinct rise within me, wanting to shield them from the overwhelming attention.

Lisa stood beside me, her pride evident as she watched our family celebrate.

As we walked down the red carpet, the media's questions and flashes continued unabated. I maintained my powerful demeanor, my presence commanding respect and admiration.

With Lisa by my side and our children in my arms, I felt a deep sense of accomplishment.

As we entered the venue, the opulence of the event enveloped us. The grand hall was adorned with sparkling chandeliers, their light casting a warm, inviting glow over the elegantly dressed guests.

The scent of luxury lingered in the air—fine perfumes and the rich aroma of gourmet hors d'oeuvres. The music, a soft symphony, played in the background, setting a sophisticated tone for the evening.

I carried Lisha and Leonor with ease, their giggles and wide-eyed wonder a refreshing contrast to the formal surroundings. Lisa stayed close beside me, her presence a pillar of strength and grace.

As we mingled through the crowd, I greeted guests and business associates with a firm handshake and a confident smile.

Each interaction was a testament to the influence and power we had cultivated over the years.

"Mr. Kim, congratulations on your anniversary," a prominent businessman said, extending his hand. I shook it firmly, my gaze unwavering.

"Thank you," I replied, my tone authoritative yet warm. My eyes flickered briefly to Lisa, who was engaging with other guests, her smile radiant as she shared in the celebration.

The hall was alive with conversation and laughter, the clinking of glasses punctuating the air. Media cameras were positioned around the room, capturing every moment of the luxurious affair.

Despite the glamour and excitement, my focus remained sharp, ensuring that the evening went as planned.

Jeelen, ever vigilant, was keeping a watchful eye on Lisha and Leonor as they played near the edges of the crowd.

He was positioned discreetly, his presence a silent reassurance that they were well looked after. I had instructed him to maintain a close watch, ensuring their safety and comfort.

As I spoke with a group of influential figures, I glanced occasionally toward Jeelen, who was now engaging the twins in a gentle conversation.

They appeared to be enjoying themselves, their initial nervousness fading as Jeelen made them feel secure.

Leonor tugged at Jeelen's sleeves, looking up at him with a hopeful expression. "Uncle Jeelen, can we go see the big fireworks outside?"

Jeelen nodded reassuringly. "Yes, we can go there in a bit. Let's make sure you have everything you need first."

I watched with satisfaction as Jeelen managed the twins with the same care and attention I had come to expect from him. His demeanor was calm, his actions precise—a reflection of the trust I placed in him.

As the evening progressed, I continued to mingle, exchanging business cards and discussing future ventures.

I noticed Lisa moving through the crowd with ease, her grace and poise drawing admiration from everyone she met.

Her presence was a constant reminder of how far we had come and how much we had achieved together.

At a quieter moment, I found Lisa standing near the grand piano, her gaze resting on the children as they played under Jeelen's watchful eye. I joined her, feeling a sense of contentment.

"Everything's going smoothly," I said, taking her hand in mine. "We've achieved so much, and tonight is a reflection of that."

She looked at me, her eyes reflecting the same intense pride and joy I felt. "It is incredible, Taehyung. We've built something wonderful."

We shared a quiet moment of connection amidst the grandeur of the event, the warmth of our family, and the success of the evening, combining to create a night we would cherish forever.

The party continued a celebration of our achievements and the love that bound us together, making every moment as luxurious and memorable as the grand venue itself.

As the evening continued, the sight of them, along with Jennie and her husband Jungkook, created a palpable tension that contrasted sharply with the celebratory atmosphere.

Jennie and Jungkook approached us, their presence immediately shifting the mood. Jennie's eyes were cold, and her words dripped with a venomous edge. "It's so nice to see you, still happy in your life after what you've done, brother."

Lisa, ever poised and unflinching, stood by my side. She faced Jennie with a calm but firm expression. "Well, I guess you wanted to congratulate us. My husband's only goal has been to keep his family happy, despite the past."

Jungkook stepped forward, trying to defuse the situation, though his tone was less than warm. "I was about to decline the invitation, but Jennie insisted we come."

I met Jungkook's gaze, my voice steady but with an undercurrent of irritation. "Oh, well, it's good that you both came, but I only wanted to invite you."

Jennie's expression hardened as she looked at Lisa with disdain. "I'm seeing, brother, how Lisa has trapped you. It's clear she's enjoying every bit of this."

Unable to contain my frustration, I responded sharply, "Jennie, can you stop this now?"

Lisa tightened her grip on my hand, her voice calm but firm. "Jennie, if you're forgetting, let me remind you—I am the true heir of the Kim family. Even though everything belongs to my husband, I am a part of this family. It would be better for you to stop this hostility and accept me as your brother's wife. It would be good for everyone."

The room seemed to hold its breath as Lisa's words hung in the air. Jennie's face showed a flicker of surprise, but she quickly masked it with a cold stare. Jungkook placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, a silent gesture of support.

"I don't know if you're trying to make things better or just create more conflict," Jennie said, her voice icy. "But it's clear you're very much a part of Taehyung's life."

Lisa's expression remained unyielding, her eyes steady as she met Jennie's gaze. "I am, Jennie. And despite the past, I'm here to stay. I hope we can move forward and leave the bitterness behind."

The tension in the air was thick, but Lisa's resolve was evident.

With the formalities concluded, I turned my attention back to the celebration, determined to enjoy the evening despite the discord.

As Lisa excused herself to check on the kids, I nodded in acknowledgment, watching her leave with a mix of pride and concern.

With her gone, the atmosphere around me felt slightly different—an open space for new interactions.

Jimin and Rosé then approached, their unexpected presence adding another layer of complexity to the evening. They greeted me with the usual pleasantries, but the tension in the air was palpable.

"Congratulations, Taehyung," Jimin said, his voice sincere but carrying an undertone of formality. "And also to Lisa. It's quite a grand party."

I met his gaze, trying to maintain a cordial demeanor. "Thank you, Jimin. I'm glad you could make it. How are you?"

Jimin glanced at me, his expression a mix of professionalism and a hint of nostalgia. "I'm well. I've found a wonderful partner in Rosé."

Rosé extended her hand for a handshake, a gesture I accepted with a nod. Her smile was polite, though I could sense the underlying tension. "Well, nice to meet you again, Taehyung."

I returned the nod, keeping my tone neutral. "Nice to see you, Rosé."

Jimin continued, looking at Rosé with a touch of pride. "Rosé and I have become quite close. She mentioned knowing you from before."

Rosé spoke, her voice smooth yet carrying a hint of reminiscence. "Yes, we were good friends once. It's interesting how life brings people back together."

The conversation was polite but laden with unspoken history and unresolved feelings. The room around us buzzed with activity, but the interaction felt oddly insulated from the festivity.

I could sense the weight of past relationships impacting the present moment.

Jimin's attempt at small talk was genuine but couldn't entirely mask the awkwardness between us. I maintained a courteous smile, aware of the intricate dynamics at play.

As they continued to exchange pleasantries, I glanced over my shoulder, checking to see if Lisa had returned.

The need to manage the event and ensure everything went smoothly weighed on me, but I also couldn't ignore the emotional undercurrents of the evening.

As Jimin excused himself to take a call, I continued exchanging pleasantries with other guests. Rosé remained nearby, her presence a reminder of our complicated past.

She leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

"You married your stepsister, didn't you?" she questioned a hint of intrigue in her tone.

I met her gaze steadily. "Yes, so what?"

A chuckle escaped her lips, carrying a trace of bitterness. "So that's why you cheated on me, Taehyung."

I raised an eyebrow, maintaining my composure. "I never cheated on anyone. We were in a physical relationship, not a romantic one. I never confessed any love, and it was you who became attached."

Her eyes gleamed with a mixture of nostalgia and challenge. "I'm still attracted to you. Well, if you ever need some fun, I'll be available."

A dark laugh escaped me, one laced with both amusement and finality. "I'm not available for anyone. I'm only for my wife."

Rosé's expression shifted momentarily, her confident façade cracking as she processed my words. The air between us felt charged, a reflection of unresolved feelings and the stark differences in our current lives.

As the conversation ended, I turned my attention back to the event, the encounter with Rosé serving as a reminder of the past but also reinforcing my commitment to the present and Lisa.

As Lisa's hand gently rested on my arm, I turned to face her, sensing the urgency in her voice. "I want to talk to you, Taehyung. Can you please come aside?"

I nodded, following her to a quieter part of the venue, away from the prying eyes of the guests.

Once we were alone, she turned to me with a concerned expression. "Was that Rosé Park? I heard from the doctor about her, and I saw how she was speaking to you. What was that about?"

I looked at her, trying to ease her concerns. "It was nothing. She just congratulated us, and I mentioned how much I love my wife."

Lisa's grip on my arm tightened slightly, her eyes searching mine. "Taehyung, please don't tease me. You know I don't like it when other women come close to you. You are only mine, my husband."

A smile touched my lips as I reassured her. "Yes, my love, I am only yours. Rosé was just trying to taunt me about marrying my stepsister. I was merely showing her her place."

Lisa's expression softened a bit, though a trace of doubt lingered. "I hope it's just like that. I trust you."

I leaned in a playful glint in my eye. "Were you jealous, love?"

She smiled, a mixture of affection and relief in her gaze. "No, I'm not jealous because I know my man is for me."

Her words, filled with confidence and love, settled the tension between us. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close. "You have nothing to worry about. My heart and my life are entirely yours."

As we stood there, together, away from the clamor of the party, I felt a renewed sense of commitment and love. Despite the complexities and past shadows, our bond remained strong and unshakeable.

As the anniversary party came to a close, we arrived back at our mansion. The grand celebration had been a success, but now it was time to focus on our family.

Lisa and I carefully managed the bedtime routine for our twins. We both took turns helping with their nighttime rituals—changing into pajamas and tucking them in.

After our children were finally asleep, Lisa and I retreated to our room. I quickly freshened up, showering off the day's stresses, and changed into comfortable sweatpants.

The soft fabric felt like a welcome relief after the formal attire of the evening.

As I emerged from the bathroom, Lisa was still in the shower. I could hear the gentle sound of water cascading, a soothing backdrop to the evening's quiet.

I moved to the bed, taking a moment to relax and reflect on the night. Our mansion, with its elegant furnishings and soft lighting, felt like a sanctuary from the world outside.

Lisa eventually emerged from the shower, her hair damp and cascading down her shoulders. She looked relaxed and serene, her skin glowing from the warmth of the water.

As Lisa emerged from the bathroom, dressed in a delicate nightie, she looked effortlessly beautiful. The soft fabric clung to her in all the right places, and the gentle light of the room highlighted her every curve.

Her presence was mesmerizing, and I couldn't help but admire her as she moved closer.

She reached out, her eyes filled with warmth, and kissed me softly. "I love you, Taehyung, and happy anniversary, husband."

A smile spread across my face as I wrapped my arms around her. "You too, love, and I love you too, Lisa. And now, I want to make you feel even more loved."

Her eyes sparkled with anticipation as she responded to my touch, the promise of the evening hanging in the air.

The connection between us deepened, and as we moved together, the world outside faded away, leaving only the intimacy of our shared moments.

As Lisa's lips met mine, the kiss was deep and hungry, a testament to the passion we shared.

The nightie she wore barely concealed her, enhancing the intimacy of the moment. Her body pressed against mine, and I felt every curve with an intensity that left me breathless.

Guiding her gently to the bed, I felt a surge of possessive desire. "I want to make you feel loved in every way," I murmured, my voice rough with emotion. "You're mine, Lisa. Only mine."

She looked up at me, her eyes filled with adoration and trust. "I'm yours, Taehyung. I want you."

My hands roamed over her body, tracing the soft contours of her skin beneath the delicate fabric.

Each touch was deliberate, filled with a mix of tenderness and fervent need. "I need you so much," I whispered, my breath hot against her ear.

Lisa's body responded to my touch, arching and shifting as she let out a soft moan. "Show me, Taehyung. I'm here for you."

I took my time, my kisses traveling from her neck to her shoulders, savoring every sensation. I wanted to make her feel cherished, to express the depth of my love through each caress.

"You're everything to me," I said softly. "Every part of you is precious, and I'm so grateful you're mine."

Her hands found their way to my hair, pulling me closer. "I'm yours, Taehyung. Always."

My hands moved to her nightgown, and this time, I didn't bother restraining myself. Unlike her dress, which I had been careful with before

I let the raw need take over, and with a swift motion, I tore the delicate fabric in two. She gasped, the sound like music to my ears, as the rush of adrenaline and desire spiked between us.

The torn pieces of her nightgown fell to the floor, leaving her nearly bare before me, her body shivering under my gaze.

She stood there in nothing, and the sight of her naked form, vulnerable and beautiful, sent a surge of possessiveness through me.

My eyes roamed over every inch of her, taking in the curves, the softness, and the way she trembled in anticipation.

As we moved together, our bodies entangled; the connection between us was electric. Every touch, every kiss, was a reaffirmation of our bond. The world outside fell away, leaving only the intense, intimate space we shared.

"Goddamn beautiful," I groaned, my hands sliding over her soft skin as I pulled her closer.

She melted into me, kissing my lips while her hands roamed across my chest, tracing the lines of my chiseled abs and down to the hard grooves of my hips.

I felt her moan as her fingers brushed over the huge thickness between my legs, straining against my underwear and pressing hotly against her belly.

I groaned, barely holding back the primal urge rising within me.

"You cage the monster, Love," I growled, my voice rough with need. "But you bring out the beast in me." The sensation of her fingers tentatively exploring the thick shaft through the cotton made me groan again.

"I can't control it around you," I hissed through gritted teeth, every muscle tensing with desire.

"Then don't," she whispered back, her voice a seductive challenge.

A deep growl rumbled in my chest. "You don't know what you're saying. I really can't control myself around you."

"And I don't want you to," she said softly, her fingers closing around my shaft and stroking it gently as she looked up into my eyes. "I trust you, and I want you."

Her words sent a surge of fire through me, and I felt my cock throb in her hand. Suddenly, with a shriek, she went tumbling backward onto the bed, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her desire mirroring my own.

I loomed over her at the edge of the bed, my muscles bunching with tension, my jaw clenched tight as I tried to hold back the beast inside.

"I'll be as gentle as I can, Love," I said, my voice strained with the effort. "But if you want the beast, you're going to get the beast."

"Show me everything," she whispered, her voice full of longing and trust.

Our eyes locked, and I nodded, feeling the gravity of the moment. Slowly, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my briefs and pushed them down my thighs.

Her gaze dropped, and I saw her eyes widen in awe. She had seen my cock before, but not like this—not with me standing above her, hard and ready, every inch of me throbbing with need.

I was enormous, the thick vein running down my length pulsing with life, my swollen balls hanging heavily between my thighs.

"You want the beast, Love?" I growled, my voice rough as I looked down at her, my eyes burning with desire.

She nodded, her face flushed with heat, and I could see the wetness soaking through her pants.

"As my love wishes," I said darkly, moving onto the bed. I leaned back against the massive headboard, gripping my thick, rigid cock in my hand, stroking it slowly as I watched her, every movement calculated to drive her wild with anticipation.

"Come here, Love," I growled softly, my voice a command wrapped in a caress.

She nodded, her eyes locked onto my cock as she turned and began to crawl up the bed toward me. The sight of her, so eager and determined, sent a jolt of raw desire through me.

"Open that sweet mouth," I groaned, my hand moving to her cheek, stroking her tenderly. The anticipation was electric, every moment drawing us closer to the inevitable.

She whimpered, inching even closer, and I could see the pulse in her throat and feel the heat radiating from her as she leaned in. My own heart was pounding; the tension between us was almost unbearable.

Slowly, she opened her mouth, her desire palpable as she edged closer. When the head of my cock touched her lips, it felt like I was under a spell—completely mesmerized by the sight of her, the feel of her soft lips against my sensitive skin.

I watched, entranced, as she shivered, her body trembling with anticipation, her pussy throbbing with need.

She began to open her mouth wider, her lips pushing over my thick head, taking me in slowly, the sensation almost too much to bear.

I quickly realized that she couldn't open her jaw wide enough to take more than the first inch of my cock into her mouth. I could see her struggling to fit even the head, but I was simply too big.

Despite this, she wrapped her lips around what she could and sucked hard. I could tell she was determined, even though she was new to this, and that determination made me groan in pleasure.

"Taehyung," she whispered between kisses, her voice full of desire. The sound of my name on her lips made me hiss, my hand slipping into her hair to guide her and encourage her.

Feeling her smile against my skin, I knew she was gaining confidence.

She sucked harder at the head, her mouth working fervently. I felt the warmth of her spit mixing with my juices, dripping down my thick, pulsing shaft.

Her hands were busy, stroking me up and down, the sensation driving me wild. It felt like she was greasing a pole, her fingers sliding along the length of me, her moans mingling with mine.

Her head spun, and I could hear her slurping, the sound of her devotion as she loved every inch she could reach.

The velvety softness of my skin under her lips, the tightness of the muscle beneath, and the way the thick veins pulsed beneath her little fingers—it was all too much.

The raw power she could feel, the way her touch sent a jolt through her core, only heightened the intensity between us.

In the aftermath, we clung to each other, breaths mingling as we whispered words of love and devotion.

The night was a celebration of our union, a testament to the deep, unshakeable love that defined us as husband and wife.

THE END

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