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❝Maybe the person you knew was
just an illusion.❞

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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

SOMETHING WAS WRONG with me, my mind was numb and, my feet they felt weak to support my weight, any longer. My breath came out with apparent trembles, the vivacity of his presence burned my seemingly profound division. He was just standing outside, just a door separated us. I did not know what was going to happen. I staggered, holding my breath in for too long. My eyes twinkled with determination as I recalled what occurred few hours ago.  The Kiss. A delicious shiver traveled up my spine, just at the memory reached my mind, I almost once again felt myself being devoured by the symphony of his embrace, just then the door to the bathroom was pushed open, causing my heart to skip a beat. There he stood, shirtless with his hands holding out a towel and a robe for me. His eyes they traveled up and down my body, twice before they settled upon my flushed face. He stepped forward, drawing nearer to me as I pressed my body fully against the washstand.

Later at night when we were almost soaked in rain, with our clothes dripping wet and our bodies burning with a far too familiar heat, Jungkook instead of driving us home, he drove to a hotel and booked a perfect room for the two of us.

          “Why have you not taken off your dress yet?” He asked, accessing me with his cold gaze, putting the towel and the robe beside me on the washstand. I gulped hardly, hesitating to behold his gaze as he with such boldness stepped between my legs, causing me to gasp in sheer disbelief. My eyes they grew wide and, stared up at his perfect face, with a quiet stare.

Not once did I looked away not even; when he tenderly stroked my inner thigh driving the wet dress that clung to my skin higher, cold air crawled against my skin yet, the heat that I felt between my legs, was far from anything the air around us felt like. My breath started to get uneven as, I stared into his dark smoldering eyes.

“I don't have anything else to wear beside this dress,” even in such situation, I still managed to make my voice sound confident as he chuckled softly, dipping his head down my throat, he inhaled as my back stiffened when the tip of his tongue, tasted the salt off my skin like a candy, at the same time tearing the last shred of restraint, I was holding on to.

He was doing it purposely. He knew how, he affected me. His effect on me was a drug sadistically addictive. Toxic. I burned whenever he was near, his touch drove me mad. His eyes pulled me deeper, not allowing me to be a prisoner to any other, but just it's beholder.

       But he needed to know that, his fire could not melt me that easily. If his touch was poison then my body was the antidote.

I reached with my hand and gently placed it against his bare chest. Warmth spread throughout out my body, as I took a deep breath my body shook with unspeakable desire,  dire need as unaware of any further consequences I let my hands wander, moving freely around his built, hard muscles. His skin it felt hard and too warm under my touch, I gulped staring down at his flushed neck, his sharp collar bones, his rigged muscles.  My eyes watered to feel, to kiss, to inhale every inch of his body. It was driving me mad, as soon I unknown to my own desire for once forgot about everything and just this once; I did what I so badly wanted to.

Leaning against his hard body, I placed my mouth against his Adam's apple I  kissed it, letting my lips to linger there, as he sighed. For a second everything just went quiet his hand caressing my thighs stopped moving, while his other hand resting against my hip tightened. His eyes dropped down staring at me, as I fighting a smirk ran my tongue across his scorching skin, grazing it with bites, kisses and everything else he didn't think I was capable of. He growled, animalistic digging his hands deeper into my flesh as I moved my face away from his body.

My eyes stared unfazed, momentarily in precaution but what my eyes, took my breath away. Aloof, he stood yet when his gaze met my own I felt every fiber of my being mold towards him. Perfect, wasn't the word to describe this man. He was in his way the most good looking man , I've ever met. He has the softest looking eyes, and the most finely attractive features; but right here standing in front of me was a man far from perfect. Precisely, because, perfect was a soft word.

And Jungkook, was everything soft; however was not the word I should use to to describe him. He was sharp, rough, hard.

His unmistakable perfection was just a mere mask.

          “Do not play your twisted games with me, Ivy. For I  can take what want, when I want and, where I want,” He paused, failing to hide his fazed voice, as I swallowed leveling my gaze with his, that were staring at me with a warning, he brought his mouth near my ear and whispered in cold tone, “Now face the wall and take off your dress.”

I blinked. My insides clenched with a burning heat. Without facing the wall I gulped soundly before the mist before my disappeared and I found myself clutching onto to my dress in a shaken state. His face steer cleared of my vision as I lowered the loose straps, one at a time. Until the sloppy dress fell at my abdomen trapping in between our pressed bodies, his gaze dropped but, mine stayed unmoved watching him with hint of excitement. But even that did not last long before with menace he roughly ripped off the dress, off my body causing me to loose my breath, as I stepped out and he pushed the dress away as if, it was a normal dress instead of a hundred dollar dress only worn once.

“I liked that dress.”

“And, I can always buy you  another,”putting his face before me, he chuckled darkly as I glowered.

“Of course you can,” I mocked, in a casual tone but was startled to find, his eyes were not looking looking at me any longer, in fact they were right at this moment consumed in studying a very different part of my body.

Just as his eyes landed on my satin covered cups, I could not help but fight another shiver as his hand came near my face, and he leaned in close. My heart warmed inside my chest as I eased falling into his familiar touch, when he gently pushed away my hair from my face. His eyes darkened at my lack of clothing, drinking every exposed part of my skin within his captive gaze. He pushed me against the washstand, abruptly and caged me within his arms, my eyes tremble and my lip quivered as minutes passed and neither of us looked away, until our eyes broke into a smile not before did laughter erupted, together we laughed till tears brimmed our vision, standing there his arms. I tried to recall when was the last time we laughed this way together. I've never felt so happy before.

Warmth snaked through my body, blood crept up my cheeks, as I placed my face against his chest, while Jungkook’s dark and seductive laughter, plagued my mind and made it hard for me breathe.

       “What’s wrong with us?” I teased, as I pulled away, staring at his bright face that made my heart flutter with delight.

“I don't know how to explain it,” Jungkook spoke, his voice deviated by a velvety tone. I am sure that, I sensed a hint of laughter in his tone there. Nervermind. 

      “Look at us we are like teenagers. Can't even keep our hands to ourselves,” I spoke, shaking my head in mild disbelief.

“Do not blame our hands, love for they know, where they belong.”

He breathed out deeply, and the storm that was ragging in his eyes drifted away when he pressed, his body fully against mine and grabbed me by the back of my neck. His eyes sparked with empathy when, he takes my hand linking our fingers together, he places it against his beating heart.

         I felt it the slow beats of ahis heart. The rhythmatic pace that made my own heart beat with a longing to elope with the other half of it. Looking up I met with the eyes of the man, I married and felt every nerve in my body coming alive calling out for him. In our eyes we held memories, good and bad that, we always kept at a distance. Memories of old times, that  were now burning bright speaking words and reminding us that perhaps it wasn't too late to surrender.

We need our ending as well.  Because it seems like we've forgotten what it was like to be happy. Is too much to ask? Can I be greedy, and say that I don't care if I become a mother again, or he a father; for now we needed to find us.

TO BE CONTINUED

Author’s Note:

I hope this update was to your liking, I might update another chapter very soon. This chapter was just about their desire, their yearning for each other because I somehow believe it's just hard to tell that if there's any of that left between them?

What do you think should be the next the step, they should take?

Stay precious, as you are to me. And keep believing in yourself. Stay safe, stay at home. 💜

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shafaq-Shapel♥