"Taehyung!" she screamed as he picked her up without warning and turned her around, putting a rough kiss on her lips. "I love you, Mrs. Kim!" he kept turning and kissing her as she giggled sweetly."Taehyung, let me go!" he shook his head. "You no longer have the right to call me Taehyung, Tae or baby!" he smirked.
"All right, baby, let me go before anyone sees us!" she laughed, but Taehyung kept shaking his head. Without letting go of her, he stumbled for a moment, but successfully unlocked the door and pushed her with his foot, bringing Mina through the doorway, wanting to keep the tradition, even though she already lived there. "Lily and Mrs. Min will spend two weeks with Namjoon, Princess, so we're alone!" he grinned. "Two weeks?!" she gasped, and he nodded with his boxy smile. "That's right, for the next two weeks you're just mine!" he rubbed his nose into hers, heading for their bedroom, closing the door with a kick. "That's a lot, Tae, Lily ...." she began to protest, squeezing his neck tightly as he began to climb the stairs. "Quiet, I love my daughter, but I have no intention of taking her on our honeymoon!" he rubbed as he led her into the bedroom, heading straight for the bed. "Besides, tonight I will not allow you to do anything but shout my name out loud!" he threw her away like a doll and she fell on the bed laughing.
"Taehyung ..." she bit her lip as he shot her a look, taking off her clothes. "Baby, two weeks is really a lot, besides, honeymoon ..." she laughed when he, left in boxers, grabbed her ankles and pulled her to the end of the bed, forcing her to sit and his fingers impatient,they began to unbutton the buttons on her back. "We just got married, and you're starting to argue with me and challenge my decisions, aren't you, Mrs. Kim?" Taehyung growled and leaned over her, growling playfully.
"I wouldn't ...." she took a sharp breath. "Oh, for God's sake!" he pushed her back abruptly on the bed and covered her, gritting his teeth into her neck. His impatience took over, and the sound of torn cloth mingled with Mina's hoarse moans, which curled against him and his hand.
Taehyung leaned on his elbow and, pushing his boxers away, mercilessly turned and slid into her folds, lifting her thigh high. With a contented moan, he relaxed deeply, licking and biting her lips, her hands clinging to his waist, pulling him deeper.
"I could barely contain myself in the restaurant!" he moaned and his tongue crept up against hers. Mina smiled and stood up against his thrusts, her nails running down his back as their bodies merged. Pushing into her, his hands traced her body, causing millions of small thorns to pierce her bristly skin and obscure her consciousness. Mina was a mess of moans, screams, and a furious twist in his arms. Her thighs tugged and pressed, her womb absorbing and enveloping her wet inside as he penetrated her, causing her heart to pound furiously against his.

"Princess!" he dropped the bag abruptly and grabbed it before it slipped. "I'm sorry, last night I was ... I overdid it." he rested his forehead guiltily on hers. "I am fine." she smiled wearily and snuggled into his chest, blushing at the memory of their first night as a married couple. Taehyung was more than excited, and they were both, and now her body was suffering from the effects of their stormy night. Every muscle screamed at the need to rest, her legs refused to hold her, and she just wanted to sleep.
"You're going to sleep on the plane and when we arrive, does it hurt?" his anxious gaze never left hers. "No, I'm just tired." she shook her head, and he sighed with relief that at least he hadn't hurt her.
He carried her down the stairs, their car waiting to take them to the airport, from where they would fly to Paris on a private plane and spend the next two weeks there. Taehyung had planned everything down to the smallest detail, not only because it was their honeymoon, but also as an excuse that he had spent the time before the wedding in the office and found almost no time for her.
Emotions from the wedding and worries that she might give up at the last minute had unleashed the night, and he hadn't let her sleep for an hour, making sure there wasn't a shred of her body left untouched, unkissed, or dissatisfied until he himself had cummed at least five times, stopping counting her orgasms at some point in the sunrise.
With a wide smile, he gently placed her in the back seat and sat down next to her, pulling her into his arms. Mina rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes, slowly falling asleep as Taehyung soothed her, stroking her hair and back.
He motioned to the driver that he could drive and stared into her sleeping face.
Completely selfish, despite regretting her current condition, Taehyung felt proud of last night's performance, promising himself that he would never let her passion for him die or even diminish.Smiling, he lowered his head and closed his eyes as well, thinking about the next step in their relationship. He would make sure she got pregnant as soon as possible, making sure she stopped taking contraceptives the next morning. But first he had to convince her to stop working, and that would be difficult.
"Now I sound like a movie villain, for God's sake!" he thought mockingly, making plans to occupy his wife's attention only to himself.

His eyes narrowed, and his evil gaze followed the car slowly receding. "How did you let that happen?" he shouted, and the man against him shrank cowardly. "Sir, you have expressly forbidden us to hurt her!" he tried to justify himself by raising his hands to his face as his boss approached him menacingly.
"I didn't say anything about him!" he pointed to the picture on the wall, which was attached with a knife to his forehead. "I'm surrounded by untalented fools!" he shouted, and the man shrank again, suppressing the urge to flee.
"Get out!" he growled and turned back to the monitor, resting his hands on the table. The man hurried to disappear, carefully closing the door behind him so as not to make his boss even angrier.
"You'll pay, doll!" he said. Thanks to these idiots, his desire to hunt had evaporated and he gritted his teeth. Leaving the table, he turned to a door to his right, painted white, with flowers painted on it, her favorite flowers. His hand gently stroked the gilded lock before pressing it, and the door opened smoothly. He stepped forward, turning on the lights, and his eyes fell on the bed in the middle of the room. The lace black canopy blended perfectly with the red quilt laid on black satin sheets. Two huge down pillows and a few smaller ones, in the same combinations of black and red, covered most of the bed, and he imagined her buried between them. Imagine her rising to meet him, and a soft blanket slid down her bare breasts, revealing a sight he had dreamed of as a boy.
In his imagination, she held out her hands to him, her beautiful smile reassuring him of her eternal love, and her gaze promising him pleasure as soon as he fell into her arms. He swallowed hard, running his fingers over the small, heavily cut nightgown, which was neatly stretched out on the bed, waiting to be hugged by its owner.
"Soon, doll, very soon!" he moaned voluptuously, closing his eyes and imagining sinking between her thighs as the silken fabric caressed his naked body and his groin tensed. She always managed to turn him on and bring the hunter back.