Chapter 13: All Limits Broken

The car was still thick with the scent of their passion when Namjoon’s eyes darkened with a renewed hunger. He hadn’t gotten nearly enough of her not nearly enough. YN was still catching her breath when she felt his hands on her hips again, pulling her towards him.

Without a word, Namjoon turned her around and bent her over the front seat, her hands bracing against the dashboard. The roughness of his movements sent a thrill through her, anticipation and excitement mingling with the lingering satisfaction of their previous encounter. She knew what was coming, and she wanted it and needed it.

“Namjoon…” she gasped, her voice trembling as she felt him position himself behind her, his body heat searing against her exposed skin.

“You think you can just tease me like that and not pay the price?” Namjoon’s voice was a low growl, dripping with the raw, animalistic need that had taken over him. He leaned over her, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, “I’m going to show you what happens when you push me to the edge.”

With that, he thrust into her from behind, burying himself deep inside her in one swift, powerful motion. YN cried out, her body jolting forward from the force of his entry, her fingers gripping the dashboard as she tried to steady herself. But Namjoon gave her no time to adjust, his pace relentless from the start as he took her, his movements fueled by the pent-up frustration of all the teasing, all the tension that had built up between them.

“Fuck, YN,” Namjoon groaned, his hands gripping her hips with bruising force as he pounded into her, each thrust harder and rougher than the last. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the car, mixing with the harsh, ragged breaths and the guttural moans that escaped his lips. “You drive me fucking insane.”

YN’s back arched as pleasure and pain mingled, the roughness of his thrusts pushing her closer and closer to the edge. She could barely form a coherent thought, her mind overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensations coursing through her. “Namjoon…oh god, Namjoon,” she screamed his name, her voice echoing in the confined space as she felt him hitting all the right spots, driving her wild with every movement.

“Is this what you wanted?” Namjoon growled, his grip on her hips tightening as he pushed deeper, harder, determined to make her feel every inch of him. “Is this what you’ve been teasing me for?”

All YN, could do was moan in response, her body trembling as he took her to the brink of ecstasy. She had never been taken like this so raw, so rough, so completely dominated by the man behind her. It was overwhelming, and yet she craved more, needed more.

Namjoon’s thrusts grew even more powerful, his pace unrelenting as he pushed them both towards the climax that was fast approaching. The car rocked with the force of their lovemaking, the windows fogging up as their bodies moved in perfect sync, lost in the primal rhythm they had created.

“Come for me, YN,” Namjoon groaned, his voice strained as he felt his own release building, the pleasure almost too much to bear. “Scream my name.”

YN didn’t need to be told twice. With a final, powerful thrust, Namjoon sent her over the edge, her entire body tensing as the climax tore through her, leaving her shaking and gasping for air. “Namjoon!” she cried out, his name the only thing on her mind as she came undone around him, her walls clenched tightly around him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.

The sensation of her release pushed Namjoon over the edge as well. With a deep, guttural moan, he followed her into bliss, his body tensing as he spilled into her, the intensity of his climax sending shudders through his entire frame. He cursed under his breath, his hands gripping her hips so tightly it left marks on her skin, the sensation of her tightness, her warmth, driving him mad with pleasure.

For a moment, neither of them moved, their bodies still connected, their breaths coming in ragged gasps as they tried to recover from the intensity of what had just happened. Namjoon finally let go of her hips, his hands trembling slightly as he ran them up her back, tracing the curve of her spine as they both caught their breath.

YN slowly turned her head to look back at him, her eyes heavy-lidded with satisfaction and exhaustion. “You really know how to take control, don’t you?” she whispered, a small, satisfied smile playing on her lips.

Namjoon chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that rumbled through his chest as he slowly pulled out of her, both of them wincing at the sudden emptiness. “You haven’t seen anything yet,” he murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to the back of her neck, his hands soothing over the marks he had left on her hips.

YN smiled, feeling the warmth of his lips against her skin, the tenderness in his touch a stark contrast to the roughness of what they had just shared. She knew that this was only the beginning that there was so much more to explore, so much more to feel, to experience.

And she couldn’t wait.

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