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❝ Yes. It is possible
to hate and love someone

at the same time
I do it myself everyday.  ❞

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CHAPTER FORTY FOUR

HE'S EVERYWHERE. ABOVE ME, UPON ME, HE'S the air that, I breathe.  I am whole with him beside me, he's not just with me, he's a part of me. And there's no denying, that if a tomorrow does exist, I want it to be with him. He's my past. My present and my future. And no matter what chaos shakes us, we're here. For now.

His shirt, is what falls to the floor. Right after my underwear. My eyes flare momentarily in surprise, in alarm to find him already stalking towards me, letting my blouse fall loosely against my shoulders, I gasp loudly as his fingers wrap around my throat, his hot breath fanning against my face, as he stares back at me with nothing but impatient, with need.

    “Let me help,” He suggests, and before I could answer his hands have already removed my blouse. I shiver, letting my eyes travel up to his face, then to his chest. It's shimmering with sweat, his biceps, bulge aggressively as he bends down and takes off my heel, his fingers trailing against my thigh, my ankle, and I fall back, taking support of the large conference table, as he places his perfect mouth against my skin, his tongue rapping against my skin in a pattern. He's ruthless.

He's lost. Drunk. He places his lips where ever he pleases. Inch by inch. It's likes he's marking me, claiming me.

My eyes fall upon his face, as he fervently pulls downs my skirt, then my half torn stockings, smoothing them down, but before that, I hear the buckle of his belt, he's fast. Glancing at my face, he reaches forward, his hands cupping my face.

           “Hold me——” Jungkook pleads achingly against my nape I shiver, bitting my lips, my hands are a quivering mess, my breaths rapid. I'm trembling is his arms as he looks at me with nothing but desire. Indefinite desire.

“You're shivering, are you scared?” He's asks, but the urgency in his tone suggest that stopping would be the last thing he would want. There's only one thing upon his mind. It's me, being inside me. Placing his thumb underneath my eye he groans, hoarsely when I scrap my nails behind his back, his neck. That's the spot that always left him speechless.

“Not scared. I am afraid, what happens after this?” My voice is weak, it's timid but he hears it anyway, brushing his fingers gently through my hair, he sighs.

“Everything, ” His nostril flare as he focuses on me,“I would still be man who loves you, and you'd still be the woman who loves me. But after this, after what we do, I'll never be able to stop, and I'll do everything to make you remember how good we are. ”

My eyes fall, as a tear runs down my cheek, gulping I meet his gaze. His gaze molten like amber, he swiftly places my hands against his chest, his heart and leans in to kiss me, slow and sultry. He parts my lips with his tongue, eager, and vicious. His hands wander, feeling me up everywhere, where ever they land. They are greedier, sinister. I close my eyes, arching my back to me to be more closer to him, as my legs part willingly allowing him to step in.

     “You are so soft. It's ridiculous, ” Jungkook says, as he demonstrates freeing my breast from my bra. I shiver under his pursuing gaze, they darken, lingering upon my nipples, as he deftly pinches them a little gently at first but then, something shifts in him,  with a rough, groan he grabs each one by his palm, teasing them. I watch all his movement enthralled. I'm numb. As a moans forms at the back of my throat, threatening to burst when his teeth scrap against my hardened nipples, he bites it, smiling sinfully against it when he catches the way it makes me clench my thighs.

“I don't think I can take it slow.”

He says staring down at with a burning intensity, taking a step back to look at me, more clearly. As I blink back in daze, my eyes falling down upon his hardened length, bulging through his boxers. His chest rising and falling, as he pants roughly leaning against my touch like a starved animal when I caress his face, then his chest, his stomach, lingering before his gaze locks upon me, as in a daring move I push my hands down in his boxers, my fingers reaching further towards that heat as he groans, shivering with a jolt, as my hand frees his length. The hard bulge beneath my palms is so tempting, it's pulsating. Begging for attention. The attention it deserves.

I can't help but stroke it. I watch with hunger as Jungkook's features become tight. A moment later he quickly removes my hand, “Hell, fuck that's a bad idea, love. I'm not prepared for that yet seeing here, naked and ready for me is already the end for me.”

“Can't handle a little touch. Are you afraid that you might come like an inexperienced teenager, husband?” I chuckle, my hand still daring to touch him, making him quiver.

“Ivy—I can go all day. You and me, this conference room, there would be no stopping, ” He grunts, with a devious smile, placing my hand over his crotch as if to prove his point, it's the first I ever hear him use that tone. It almost makes me feel powerful.

“Don't take it slow,” I murmur against his mouth, my hands thrusting his bulging manhood, with a motive,“I want you. I want you, Jungkook. I need you inside me——”

The words weren't even out of my mouth before he's on top of me. His mouth devouring mine, swallowing my breath, taking away any sound that I may make, his hips moving between my legs. He groans, nestling his length against my aching wetness. His eyes glimmering, with a dark gleam as he thrust, an inch, at first but then with one swift push he's inside me.

“You're perfect.”

My mouth falls open in a gasp at the sudden abrupt invasion, as he holds me against himself taking me fully against his body afraid that I might pull back, Holding me captive with his gaze he starts to move with a pace, that has me reaching to grab him, as without wasting a breath, he grinds deeper, and faster. He's eager. He's needy. He's demanding. Pressing his lips to my neck, he groans, as I tighten my legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

I want to feel all of him. I forgot that it use to feel this good. Our bodies fit so well together, like they were made to be this way, like we're the two pieces of one puzzle. His and mine, they belong together.

Teeth sink into my shoulder, as a broken moan escapes me, when he circles his hips, hitting exactly the spot he knew would  be making me loose my control, my head falls back as I grasp his shoulders with a death grip.

“Are you still mad at me?” I ask against his lips, delicately licking his lips flattening my palms against his burning chest, it was that hot, as he ruts pushing further into me.

“I'm so fucking mad,” He growls bitting my lip.

        “Are you  going to punish me?” I ask, with a smile, his gaze flickering down upon my lips as with a flush, he playfully digs his teeth near bottom lip, as if punishing me for smiling, I want to tease him again but my words die at the end with  the way he starts digging deeper into me, I could feel it. He was so close. And so was I.

“You're going to be the end of me.”

With that he let goes, we're both coming down from the high together, our hearts beating faster, our breaths mingling together in pants, as I watch with nothing but awe to see the man that I fell in love with, the man I married come undone, his moans rumbles against my skin, our eyes locking together, in a language only we knew. I chuckle, my hand still touching him, making him quiver.

In this room. Between these walls, within this darkness. We were finally one.

TO BE CONTINUED

Author's Note

Well, that was a long chapter. Forgive me if there was something that you didn't like. I know some of you all are a little uncomfortable with mature scenes but I have to be clear Ivy and Jungkook have been the couple that has been inside my head for so long their story, each emotion that they feel it's written in my head.

Even this part of the story it was bound to happen. Since the start of the story there's been distance between them, they never initiated anything that is why I find it necessary to show how slowly and, little by little there are regaining their old status, the way things were between them. I believe some of you thought that it would just be a story with emotions and dialogues, but my intentions are to make this story as real as possible.

So, if you're angry with me then I'm sorry. But I'm still going to shape this story the way I want. If you still want to read then I'm grateful.