Hana giggled as she surveyed the snowy landscape around them, her breath visible in the crisp winter air. The white blanket of snow glistened under the sunlight, creating a beautiful, serene backdrop. Without warning, she bent down and scooped up a handful of snow, packing it tightly into a ball.

“Namjoon, look out!” she shouted playfully, launching the snowball toward him. It hit him squarely on the shoulder, and he couldn’t help but laugh at her audacity.

“Is that how you want to play?” Namjoon replied, a grin spreading across his face. He quickly retaliated, scooping up his own snowball and throwing it back at her.

Thus began their impromptu snowball fight, a flurry of laughter and playful shouts echoing through the trees. The two of them transformed into carefree children, relishing the opportunity to let loose in the fresh powder. They dodged, ducked, and rolled, completely caught up in the joy of the moment.

“Okay, okay! You win!” Hana declared, laughing breathlessly as she tried to shield herself from another barrage of snowballs. But Namjoon had other plans.

In a swift movement, he scooped her up into his arms, lifting her effortlessly. She squealed in surprise, the unexpectedness of it causing her heart to race.

“Namjoon, put me down!” she protested, though there was a hint of laughter in her voice.

“Never,” he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He carried her toward the cabin, their bodies close together, the warmth of his embrace providing a stark contrast to the cold air around them.

As they reached the cabin, Namjoon kicked the door open, stepping inside with Hana still cradled in his arms. The warmth enveloped them, wrapping around them like a cozy blanket. He kicked the door shut behind them and, unable to resist, leaned down to capture her lips in a heated kiss.

The moment felt electric, their laughter fading into silence as the world around them disappeared. The kiss was soft yet intense, filled with all the emotions they had been building since their honeymoon began.

Hana melted against him, her hands finding their way to his hair as she kissed him back, pouring her affection into that single moment.

“Let’s take a few minutes to warm up,” Namjoon murmured against her lips, pulling back slightly to gaze into her eyes. But even as he spoke, his need for her was palpable.

They had taken countless pictures throughout the day, capturing memories that would last a lifetime, but now it was time to create new ones, just for them. He could feel the tension building between them, a desperate hunger that had been simmering beneath the surface all day.

“Namjoon,” she breathed, her voice soft and inviting, awakening something primal within him.

He carried her over to the couch, setting her down gently before kneeling in front of her. He could see the anticipation in her eyes, mirroring his own desires. “I need you, Hana,” he confessed, his voice low and filled with longing.

The way she looked at him made his heart race—her cheeks flushed, her lips slightly parted, a hint of mischief dancing in her gaze. She had always had a way of igniting something deep within him, something he had almost forgotten existed after his past relationship.

“Then take me,” she whispered, her voice barely above a breath, the invitation hanging heavy in the air.

His pulse quickened at her words, a rush of adrenaline surging through him. Namjoon’s hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer as he leaned in, capturing her lips again in a heated kiss. This time, there was an urgency, a desperation to feel each other completely.

As their lips moved together, he could feel the warmth radiating from her body, and it ignited a fire within him. He wanted to feel every inch of her, to lose himself in the softness of her skin, in the sweetness of her kisses.

With trembling hands, he began to explore her body, fingers gliding along her sides, tracing the curves that made her so undeniably beautiful. He could feel her shiver under his touch, and it only fueled his desire.

“Are you sure?” he asked, pulling back slightly to look into her eyes, searching for any hesitation.

“Absolutely,” she replied, her voice steady and filled with conviction. The sincerity in her gaze reassured him, and he knew this was what they both wanted.

With a low growl of approval, he leaned back in, their bodies connecting once more. As he kissed her, he felt her hands roaming over his chest, sending waves of heat coursing through him.

Namjoon couldn’t wait any longer. He pulled away, his breath ragged with anticipation. He began to undress her slowly, his hands working deftly to remove each layer of clothing. Every article that fell away left her more exposed and vulnerable, and he could feel the intensity of the moment building between them.

Once she was bare before him, he took a moment to admire her, letting the sight of her sink in. She was stunning, the way the firelight danced across her skin, illuminating every curve and dip.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

“Show me,” she urged, her eyes dark with longing.

That was all he needed. He picked up some scented oil, pouring a small amount into his hands and warming it before applying it to her skin. As his fingers began to knead the oil into her body, he focused on every inch, taking his time to explore the delicate curves and soft angles of her figure.

The intimate massage was both soothing and sensual, each stroke igniting sparks of electricity between them. He worked his way from her shoulders down her arms, savoring the way her skin felt beneath his fingers, the way she responded to his touch.

Hana sighed softly, leaning into his hands as he continued to work on her body, her eyes fluttering closed in bliss. She was utterly lost in the sensation, and he reveled in the way he could make her feel.

His hands slipped lower, tracing the contours of her waist before moving to her hips, feeling the warmth radiating from her core. He took his time, letting his fingers dance over her skin, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her.

As he neared her most intimate areas, he felt her body tense slightly, but he continued, gently pushing her limits, coaxing her to relax into the sensations. His fingers glided along her thighs, teasingly inching closer to where she needed him the most.

When he finally slipped a finger inside her, he felt her body arch against him, a gasp escaping her lips. Namjoon’s heart raced at the sound, and he began to move slowly, allowing her to adjust to the new sensations.

He watched her expression, the way her eyes fluttered open and closed, the way her body responded to him. It was intoxicating, and he couldn’t get enough. As he added another finger, he leaned down, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss, their breaths mingling as he lost himself in her.

He continued to move, each thrust of his fingers carefully orchestrated to bring her closer to the edge. The tension in the air crackled, and he could feel her body tightening around him, the heat building within her.

“Hana,” he breathed against her lips, urging her to let go. “I need you to feel this. Let it all go.”

With every thrust, he felt her body responding, the way her back arched and her moans filled the air. He could feel the pressure building between them, and it was only a matter of time before she reached that precipice.

“Namjoon, please,” she gasped, her voice filled with urgency.

He answered her plea, his movements growing more insistent, determined to bring her to that sweet release. As her body began to tremble, he pressed his thumb against her sensitive spot, and in that moment, she shattered around him.

“Hana!” he called out, watching in awe as her body convulsed with pleasure, waves of ecstasy washing over her. The sight of her unraveling sent him spiraling into his own desire, igniting an insatiable hunger within him.

When she finally came down from her high, her breathless gaze met his, and he knew they were ready for the next step. With a mix of urgency and tenderness, he positioned himself above her, the heat of their bodies radiating in the air between them.

“I need you,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire.

“Then take me,” she urged, her voice laced with longing.

With that, he entered her slowly, both of them gasping at the sensation of their bodies finally becoming one. It was a moment filled with intimacy, a culmination of all the feelings they had shared throughout their journey.

As he began to move, he kept his focus on her, the way her body responded to him, the way her eyes sparkled with need and affection. This was what he had longed for—this deep connection that transcended the physical, a bond that felt unbreakable.

Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, each thrust bringing them closer to the edge, igniting a fire that burned hotter with each passing moment. They were lost in one another, the world outside forgotten as they succumbed to the pleasure of their union.

With every thrust, he poured his heart into her, showing her just how much she meant to him. He wanted her to know that this was more than just physical; it was an expression of their love