Every step taken once I dismount the horse has electric want and thrumming anticipation seeping out to ignite every nerve cell, hand entangled tightly with a larger, rougher palm, the press of rings branding lines and embedding patterns against flesh.

"And this is my humble abode sweetheart." Tae murmurs, voice softer, slightly tentative, slightly shy. Nervous I realise immediately as he draws me closer to his side, walking up from where we'd dismounted from his horse, feeling the force of his grip on my waist still scorching and branding through countless layers of fabric.

I tilt my face to peer at him, hip nudging against his and watch as his eyes detract from the path to me, eyes glimmering and lips quirking at my own smile.

"Liar. I've not seen such townhouses be called humble before, nor have I ever had someone so sweetly walk me up to the very home they promise to ruin me in." watching a wicked, dark glint flicker in heavy, weighted eyes that snare, tug me closer and promise to fulfil every filthy promise and fantasy that brims over and spills out, hand gripping tighter and yanking me closer.

A bodily stagger and tilt towards him, his head bending to mine, lips a sensuous curve.

"My apologies sweet dove. Welcome to my home where I promise to ruin and take you on every surface. Better?" he teases, voice low and smooth, a rich depth to it that sparks aching want as I look at him, unwilling to let him one up me so soon, fingers curling around the silk necktie, tugging at the longer end of it to draw him closer.

"So assured that you won't be ruined and undone by me. But better." I murmur, lips ghosting along his before tugging his hand, drawing him closer.

Skirts rustling and swishing around my legs, brushing against the fitted style of his breeches that outline the muscular lines and curves of his thighs, boots hugging his calves, heels making sharp clacks against the ground.

The brush of lips against my lobe as he unlocks the door are a featherlight touch, breath fanning across skin, neck arching slightly.

"We'll see."

Touch purposely seeming to retreat as he opens the door and steps aside for me, gesturing towards the well-lit hallways glowing by aid of lanterns, revealing a rich warm interior. Well-furnished but not ardently. Warm colours and hues that exude comfort and a true sense of homeliness. A place that's well-lived in, eyes raking over an array of coats slung up and boots polished to a shine spilling out and scattered near the doorway.

Different shades of brown, cream and deep rich tones of wine-red adorn the interior, the atmosphere seeming to thrum with warmth and comfort and enticing allure of sinking into the armchairs and couches that stretch out across the drawing room, knick-knacks and the wooden slating broken up by seemingly random pieces of art. Bursting with colour that interrupt the cosiness.

The townhouse screams Tae.

Smaller than most townhouses but veering very confidently into comfortable and spacious.

With the two of us pressed close as he leads me inside, bodies not touching but close enough that his cologne; heady and musky curls around me, slithers down to encompass my lungs with its intoxicating. Close enough that I can feel the heat of his body, voice a low murmur.

"Thirsty? I have some fruity liquor if you want some... or I can get you something stronger. Or even tea." He offers.

My lips curve up at the sincerity in it, in the hospitality, reminding me over and over in the small instances that he's not like any other, he's never going to compare or be like the others I've known, the others I've met.

That the choice to pay an undoubtedly extortionate amount is so that our shared intimacy, our shared space and breath won't be in a place tainted with countlessly bad memories and instances and appointments. So that the scent of incense and heavily perfumed air doesn't clog my breath and swamp my lungs; allowing instead for the crisp scent of his home mingling with his natural scent and cologne.

"Whatever you're having." I murmur, watching him slip past me as he nods, see the way fabric strains across the muscled swell of his bicep as he reaches for a decanter of dark amber liquid and two crystal cut glasses from the higher shelf of his drinks cabinet.

Glass clinking against each other as he sets them down on the counter, pouring a generous amount in both, eyes flickering to me where I lean against the counter. Lips curving wide.

"What a pretty sweet thing." He greets as he holds the glass out to me, part flirt, part tease, part mischief; echoing words he'd heard drawled to me in a tavern, hand sprawling possessively over my hip as he bore holes into the man. Eyes wicked and dangerously dark and contemplatively scrutinizing the man as if committing them to memory. His fingers brush against my own, curling around my wrist to still movement as he leans closer, eyes dark, inviting pools of brown.

I tilt my glass to him when his fingers fall away, see his eyes track my movement as I down half the liquor; stronger and full-bodied, heavier on my tongue before I swallow it and though not a single drop had spilled down my lips he leans in at the invitation, his own glass forgotten as he tastes the drink off my lips. Hand curling to cup my cheek, fingers sinking into the careful pinned style of loose waves, thumb brushing over the gleaming blue gem that dangles from my ear.

A gift from him.

Feel his breath ghost along skin before his mouth slots over my own, groaning against my lips at the first brush of his tongue against my lips before delving to chase the taste from me. Mouth parting easily and willingly for him, tongue curling against his own, drawing him closer, fingers brushing over the frilled lace of his sleeves to slide over and grip at the tight curve of his arm. Head tilting back as he curls closer, pushing to bracket me against the counter with his body; pinning me against the hard edge, my legs parting under the wide skirts to allow for the way he slots himself in between. Feel his hand skim across my waist and grip my hip as he presses his against mine; flush despite the countless layers that part us. It doesn't stop him from grinding his hips forward, hand moving to entangle in hair, cradling the back of my head and inviting an arch, lips brushing down my jaw and the column of my throat, teeth scraping against skin, tongue brushing over where a harsh suck has my back arching.

"Sweet, sweet treat." He murmurs again, nose grazing skin, head tilting to continue tracing and tasting exposed slithers of skin, mouth closing over my collarbone to suck a dark mark against it. Hand pushing my hip down from bucking at the combination of tongue, teeth and lips against skin, groaning his approval when his body pushes against mine, weight stopping me from moving, my fingers digging into his arm, gripping at the fabric.

"I want to devour you. I've done enough waiting, enough starving." He murmurs, lips brushing against the swell of cleavage, teeth playfully nipping and trailing over curves.

Fingers panning over my waist and trailing upwards, knuckles grazing across the underside of my breast, the light touch igniting a growing hungering need that blooms hotter and heavier, pooling in the low of my gut.

Body tightening slightly with anticipation.

Feel the press of his fingers and the multiple rings that adorn them as he cups my breast, aching to feel the brush of his slightly rough palm and the slightly cooler brush of rings against skin directly. A soft, shaky exhale when his fingers brush against the fine hard-boning of the corset, nails trailing down the centre of my bodice.

"If I didn't like the dress on you so much I'd cut the lacings and stays and pretty layers off you." he muses, voice a lazy sensual drawl that sends a reverberation against my throat as his lips close around skin. Nose brushing as his teeth pinch, fingers trailing slowly over my breast, digging with pressure over the exposed flesh, the curve of cleavage that spills over the lacy décolletage.

My hand moves to curl around his nape, slipping into dark curls that entangle and brush against fingers, drawing him closer. Encouraging the trail his lips map across exposed skin, eyes fluttering at the feather light touches that my body arches into when he leans away. Something heavy and dark as his eyes rake over me. Appreciative and wanting. His grip loose on his glass he finally reaches to take a swig from, tilting it towards me, eyes tracking the bob of my throat, the slight spillage when he draws it back abruptly. Liquor spilling onto skin, beading stray droplets that trickle down skin, groaning when he immediately chases it, soft presses of his lips that suck and kiss and taste liquid inebriation off my collarbone, teeth sinking into the swell of my breast. Tongue brushing coyly.

"With the pretty dagger you keep?" I ask, voice slightly breathless.

He hums in answer.

"I'd cut your dress to shreds but I like the sight of you in it far too much." He murmurs, glass clunking against the counter before his hands clamp over my hips, hoisted up to perch on the edge. Hands skimming as he bends, kneels as he reaches for the hem of my skirts, pushing them upwards to bare stocking encased skin.

Thumbs sweeping in lazy circles against skin, lips trailing a path of kisses from the curve of my calf, inching dangerously towards the slither of bare flesh of my thigh. At the space between where the stockings end and the drawers hem curl against skin.

"These... these I have no qualms about ruining." He murmurs, eyes peering up at me with playfulness before his fingers trail upwards. Grazing towards the inside of my thighs, that part wider at the touch, coaxing him closer in invitation, body jolting at the brush of knuckles against my center.

"They'll be beyond salvage. Ruined with your release." He promises, slow deliberate circles rubbed over the fabric, pressure enough that I feel the pads of his fingertips graze and skim across my centre, aching to feel them press to skin.

The groan that ripples past his lips is unadulterated in its pleasurable torture when his hand finally slips past the waistband of the drawers, inching down skin to cup me. Body rising and head bent towards my own, eyes dark and dilated as he draws slow circles across skin, nonsensical shapes and patterns before abruptly sinking two fingers to the hilt. Something both slow and unhurried and intense in the sharp plunging thrusts that has my head falling back, hands gripping the counters, covered by the fabric of the skirts rucked up high. Fingers brushing both wood and fabric, gripping tightly as his fingers coax shuddering breaths out of lungs that constrict and cave around the strong notes of his cologne; each breath burning and consumed by the scent that is utterly him.

"Delectable. I could taste you forever." He croons, legs falling open wider when another finger slips in, wickedly beckoning and drawing pleasure and arousal out, staining honeyed skin and the gleaming rings that encircle the long, slender digits.

Buck at the first brush of tongue, tracing against skin as he continues to thrust deeper and deeper still, fingers clutching tightly at his curls. Tugging him closer, thigh pushed open wider when it instinctively closes, restrained by the drawers forcing me into a splay as much as the silken fabric enables until he tugs them off impatiently. Falling forgotten onto the ground before his hand hitches my thighs up, pinned and splayed across the counter. The pressure of his tongue and teeth as he groans against me sends hot-white pleasure to sear through my spine; curving in a sharp arch, fingers spasming and clutching tighter at him, a choked sound pushed past my lips.

"Taehyung I—" keen as he curls closer, curls tickling and grazing the inner skin of my thighs, toying and light so at odds with the relentless pressure and damning combination of tongue and fingers that crook deeper. Desperate to have arousal spill over to stain them, stomach growing tauter, breaths shaky.

"Come on sweet girl, not there yet?" a wicked taunting coy even as the pleasure makes my body go taut, strung up and the familiar tell-tale electric feeling seeping into every nerve, veins buzzing with desire.

Fingers curling, withdrawing only to plunge deeper, the thrust fluid, deliberately unwavering in his pace. Eyes fixed on me. Watching. Relishing.

As if he's entirely unaware and oblivious to the way my fingers tremble and clutch tighter, hips bucking towards the touch, hand entangled in his hair and unsure; torn whether to draw him closer or away to seek respite from the relentless, steady pace, legs pinned from moving away or closing around him.

"Am I not doing enough?" faux-concern and tease apparent, lips pressing a path from the inside of my thigh to center, slow brushes against skin, open-mouthed pecks that sharply contradict the press of his fingers deep inside me.

Feel the brush of his lips as a teasing gentle touch before his tongue slips deeper, beckoning and coaxing without words, feel the quirk of his lips shape into a crooked smirk when I cry out his name. Torn out from the depth of my throat, back arching, unwavering as he draws out and extends the high that shatters and washes over my body, legs going limp, lungs shuddering for breath and feeling pleasure jolt through my body.

Feel his touch slowly retreat away from my center to press against my thigh, slick stained fingers curling into soft flesh and dark, blown-out eyes peering up at me; sending another jolt of pleasure visceral and strong to wrack my body, fingers slowly loosening from dark curls all rumpled and messy.

See messy lips quirk wider as his fingers trace patterns onto skin, trailing up and down and brushing over the still secure stockings, nails grazing and trailing over the thin material, gripping tighter at my calf.

Watch him as he straightens, hands skimming over bare flesh, grazing over my hips and teasingly trailing the tips of his nails over the fitted bodice.

"Bed. I need to take you to bed." He murmurs, voice low and gravelly, tongue whetting his lips and chasing the stain of arousal glossing the deep red tint of his mouth. Eyes raking over me with a fierce intensity that I feel the weight of his gaze trawl over me as if his hands skim and scorch skin and grip it to draw me closer.

"Not going to take me to tea first? Chivalry is dead it seems Lord Kim~" I tease, voice trembling slightly, hands curling to wind around his nape, brushing over the silk necktie, eyes drawn to the column of his throat.

See the bob of his throat, a false indication of supposed nervousness, when his eyes penetrate past layers and swathes of fabric, when his hand grips my bare hip and he leans closer, other hand yanking my calf to draw me to the edge of the counter, grinding his hips roughly against my bare center.

"It's chivalry that's making me wait to get you writhing on my sheets and not bent over the counter, taking until your legs buckle. Shaky little thing aren't you?" he remarks, the quirk of his smile felt against my throat.

"Wouldn't be very lordly of me to fill you up without at least letting you have the respite of being comfortably splayed for me to feast on." voice stoking flickering embers that begin to quieten to rear back hotter and fiercer, licking over flesh and igniting the simmering want once more.

"I didn't fall for a lord, I fell for a bandit. You'll do well to remember that Kim." Lips brushing against his, hand skimming over the shoulders of his jacket and settling there, mouth tilting to his.

Feel myself be drawn closer, body gathered up against him, feel his hands grip skin tighter.

"There's a very thin line you toe my darling. Don't blur it unless you can handle it." arms hoisting me up against him, skirts rucked up around me, legs winding around him.

Enjoying the hiss of breath that escapes past slick lips when I tug his hair, his throat arched and head tilted back by the gesture.

"If I can't handle pleasure, make me."

And the groan that reverberates against my body is impatient and needy, hands clutching me tighter.

"Bed." He echoes breathlessly, voice trembling with need, deep, rich and husky.

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By the time we reach his bed chamber, his fingers have begun to dig deeper into the giving flesh of my legs, my teeth scraping against the column of his throat, tongue brushing over the darkening mark blooming across honeyed skin. Relishing in the shudder that wracks his body, draw him closer when he lowers me down against the large sprawling space of the mattress on his four-poster bed.

There's something heavy and imposing about the way his frame towers over me, still standing at the foot of the bed, heavy dark burgundy drapes, fingers slowly undoing the knot that keeps the silk scarf from fluttering down, discarded easily as his slender fingers continue their downwards trail to tug at laces, flicking open his buttons, mouth growing dryer at the sight of finally. Finally seeing him fully grow to be bare in front of me, watch his fingers graze against his toned chest and inching towards his abdomen.

My hands splay across the sheets as I push myself upright, entirely aware and knowing of the way his eyes flicker and settle at the apex of my thighs, skirts fanned out and hitched high to reveal and bare the stain of arousal smeared across skin. Reach for the lapels of his jacket to tug him closer, bodily yanking him closer as I draw myself up, kneeling on the bed, skirts falling back to cover me from sight, as I draw the thick embroidered fabric off his shoulders.

Take in the sheer quality to the crisp white shirt, hands tugging it out of the waistband of his ridiculously ornate waistband of his breeches, nails raking lightly over the side of his hips. Laughing at the squirm his body gives, twisting in my hold, inhaling sharply when my hand inches up to tug the laces wider, hand brushing against the firm curve his chest, thumb brushing over a nipple. Feel it harden against my touch, hear the small hiss at the light pinch before drawing the open front of the shirt wider, leaning to replace the touch with my lips, slowly inching up higher and higher, hands drawing the fabric up and leaning back to see his arms ripple as he discards the shirt.

Wild curls mussed and rumpled, brushing across his jaw and eyes dark and wild, throat bobbing as I let my eyes slowly drink in the sight of him. Gaze drifting across the muscle definition hidden away under the tasteful clothes, hidden away and now finally utterly bare for me to take in. I watch the way deep green jewels gleam at his ear, a spark of the vibrant rich hue in inky black glossy locks.

Breathtaking. 

Hands winding around his neck, lips brushing from the sharp curve of his jaw to the broad line of his shoulder, fingers curling around to grip his arm, lungs full of his scent and ears with his deep groan, with the way my name spills past his lips; already so wrecked and drowning in desire.

Feel the stirrings of impatience when his fingers move to undo the endless row of buttons at my back, large palm brushing down over the hard corset and soft chemise under it, skimming to mark the path his hand continues to take. And with every button his fingers undo, the fitted shape of the bodice loosens, falling open at the front, revealing more and more.

Hear the huff of frustration, giggle brushing against his arm when he tugs me closer, a sharp sudden gesture that has my chest flush with his, head peering over to see just how many buttons remain.

"On second thoughts maybe I don't like the dress so much. So fiddly." He grumbles, lips twitching when I peer at him, fingers falling away and abandoning the task.

Contemplating and thoughtful as he stares at me. Eyes gleaming with mischief and playfulness.

"How attached are you?" he asks, fingers trailing over the sleeves, skimming over the lace and loose drape of them, hands coming to rest on my shoulders.

I feel my lips quirk.

"I think you should ask yourself—" I begin, distracted by the way his fingers dig and suddenly tug at the sleeves, fisting into the fabric and tearing. The beautiful ornate sleeves fall away, crumpling under his grip, knuckles grazing bare skin, my lips parted in a silent gasp, blood rushing to my cheeks, staring wide-eyed at how flimsy they look in his grip.

"I'm more attached to you." he shrugs, startling when my fingers thread up to hook into the layered chains of his necklace, tugging him closer with a light yank.

"Impatient~" I croon, lips pressing to the corner of his mouth, indulging when his face turns, lips pressing together.

Softer, slower even if the urgency and want continues to bubble under the surface, hand sliding down to the ornate, bejewelled belt and cupping him through his breeches. Feel his hips buck to the touch, to the teasing squeeze.

"Your teasing's gonna cost you pretty girl." He murmurs, breath hitching as I reach for the buckle of his belt, fingers drawing it open, reaching for the laces when his hand darts out. Sharp and tight around my wrist, drawing me away, lips ghosting along my knuckles.

"I haven't even gotten that corset off." He murmurs, voice dropping lower as he draws my wrist back, moving forward until his arms are drawing me down.

Painstakingly gentle and intense as his hand curls around my back to undo the final buttons, drawing the bodice down until it pools at my waist, fingers skimming across skin as he draws it off, moving to do the same with the layered skirts until I lie, stretched out, and clad only in the corset and thin stay under it.

Head crooking and legs parting in invitation, breath hitching when he immediately settles in between, body propped and hovering over mine. The brush of fabric against my inner thighs and center as his hand splays widely across my stomach. My lips part in a mixture of blooming heat and surprise at how large his hand is. How easily it pans over my stomach in its entirety, fingers splayed possessively and the touch firm as he pushes down, effortlessly pinning me to the mattress, voice molten and sweet and laden with arousal.

"I want to take my time with you. With learning you, with pleasuring you, with moulding you to me and losing myself to you." hands drawing slow trailing fingertips up to drift across the corset, drawing his body down.

My stomach tightens, heart clenching with fierce, aching anticipation, breath hitching at the first graze of knuckles against the shift, heat of his touch seeping through as they brush against the swell of my cleavage, slowly beginning to undo the tight lacing.

"I want to be yours in every way and take you for my own. I want to be the only one whose name you ever cry out with pleasure and release." I murmur, fingers brushing against his, drawing and unlacing the corset with practiced ease, letting it fall open and leaning up to draw it away.

For all the slow unhurried pace he'd been lulling me with to relax, the brush of his finger against my breast is sharp and the pinch jolting me; groaning at the rough tweak he gives my bud, hardening and taut against the stay, lips and tongue brushing against it, through the fabric as the heat of his mouth envelops it, a harsh suck that makes my body jolt but his hand sprawls over my stomach to push me down once more, body settling more securely over me.

"Try stay still sweetheart, I've barely touched you and you're beginning to be restless." He croons against my skin.

His hand weighted and heavy across my stomach inches under the fabric to graze directly against skin. Watch the slightly veiled sight of his hands drifting higher across skin, baring more and more of me to his gaze until he palms my breasts, the slightly rough brush of skin and thin bands of metal moving to draw the stay off me.

Leaving me entirely bare under him.

And then he stills.

Stills entirely, arms propping himself up, a barrier that cages me between them, eyes slow and indulgently trailing over every inch of me, shifting slightly to raise himself up and off me. I yearn and miss the warmth and weight immediately, hand reaching to settle over his shoulder, fingers toying with loose curls.

His face tilts to brush his lips across the inside of my wrist, across my palm.

"Beautiful. Heavens... you're so, so beautiful (Y/N). Time was taken to mould and shape every line and curve of you." he remarks, voice warm and heavy.

Sweet and sensual.

His gaze is appreciative, runs across slowly, grazing and scorching skin as if his hands mould me to him and his body leaves the imprint of his on mine.

My heart flutters at the words, aching and giddy.

"Pretty words from prettier lips Taehyung, are you dallying with me?" I murmur, drawing myself up as much as the cradle of his body allows, his arm banding across my back, settling on the low of it.

"With you never. I'm transparent when it comes to you. Transparent in how lost I am." fingers brushing hair away from my face, reaching for the pearl-set pins to unfurl the pinned strands. Entangling his hand in loose waves, cradling the back of my head.

My lips quirk at the thought of mentioning that the same care and meticulous attention he gives to undressing me, the same effort and attention was given by Minnie the same morning, hands teasing and playful as he laced me up, hummed as he carefully pinned my hair up, eyes shining.

Maybe he'd known.

"And dallying... never. I'm trying to be patient, but I don't want to be. I want to adore every inch but I want to ravish and ruin it too." He admits, eyes dropping to my lips, his own brushing against them before leaning closer, tongue brushing against the seam of my lips. Curving against my own and the soft exhale needy and low, shuddering when my hand finally moves to complete undoing his laces, feel his hand join to tug his breeches lower, granting access so when my hand finally brushes against him he bucks into the touch. Groaning into my mouth at the first curl and tug of my fingers against him, teasing and slow and relishing the shaky muffled sound that my mouth swallows up.

My head tilts back, neck arching as his fingers tighten in my hair, baring it for him, kissing me deeper and fiercer. Hungrier as he continues to slowly rock his hips into my hand, slowly stroking him to full hardness. Feel the heated brush of him rocking and sliding against my palm, feel his teeth scrape and sink into my bottom lip, tugging at it, a sharp pinch of pain that morphs into pleasure, his own hand curling around my hip and inching upwards.

Lips trailing off my own and down my jaw, nosing at skin, breath shakily exhaled against my throat as his head dips, curls tickling my neck. Feel the pinch of teeth accompanied by the brush of his tongue as his lips close around skin, sucking a mark into the sensitive crook of my shoulder and neck. There's wicked satisfaction to feel the slow smirk curving against me still when my grip tightens around him, his breath stuttering against my shoulder, teeth biting down harder, sharper. Hear the guttural rasped tease against me as he continues to tilt to the touch, grinding roughly against my palm and the circle of my fingers; into the fisted hold I have on him.

Leg curling around his thigh to draw him down, tugging at his shoulder to have his body tilt down, legs parting for him. And when he does, nudge him down, twisting so that his body is the one that sinks against the mattress, sprawled out for me across the soft crisp sheets.

Surprise and amusement and heavy promise flickering in the dark of his eyes, flickering with the flames that dance and pool in lanterns around the room and in glowing candles.

Taehyung I learn over and over is so expressive, beautifully so. Eyes fluttering as his lips part, a deep groan tugged out from the depths of his chest when I brush my hands over his legs, mouth sinking down deep over him, peering from lowered lashes to see the way pleasure wracks his frame. Lungs inhaling deeply as his hands splay across the sheets before they come to entangle in my hair and coax me to take him deeper, to take him in more and more and over and over, lips bobbing up and down and tongue brushing and flicking across and pleasured satisfaction in the way his thighs tense under my touch. Jolting at the featherlight brush of fingers across inside of his thighs to grip at muscled thighs that spasm under me, tongue curling coyly over the tip.

"Stop teasing." He hisses when my mouth retreats, pressing soft kisses instead, mouthing at his thigh and feeling his legs close before my hands nudge them open, feel his fingers tighten in my hair; sharper when I lower my mouth deeper around him, hear his shaky curse as his head falls back, tearing the connection of pooling brown with my own; dilated pupils blown wide with pleasure and arousal.

"You said it yourself... want to take the time to ruin you." I coo, echoing the words back as my hand curls around him once more, sharp tugs drawn out, mouth sinking deeper and feeling the shuddering tautness of breath being suspended, swallowing around him and he bucks harshly upwards deep into me, throat tightening.

Drawn off by him, lips wet with saliva and smeared with his arousal, parting and shuddering as I draw in deep breaths, fingers brushing over the sharp curve of his hipbone and trailing over his stomach. Lips quirking up as I poke the softer skin, fingers still teasing his hard length.

Relish that I do this to him, that I'm the one who gets to see him like this, get to see his body sprawled, long limbs stretched out and trembling under my touch, so viscerally affected by me.

Drawing myself up and mapping a trail of kisses from his stomach to the hard curve of his chest, tugged abruptly against him. Hand dragging me bodily forward until my body is drawn flush against his, fingers digging and gripping my waist tightly.

His hardened length brushing against the inside of my thigh, my aching center; feeling the phantom press of his fingers and tongue curling deep inside, the throbbing pleasure he'd brought comes bubbling to the surface.

"Enough. Enough." He echoes, hand cradling my cheek and eyes darkening as they see the slick swollen state of my lips.

Enough.

Enough waiting.

Hands tugging me closer and body bracketing mine when he turns to lower me down instead, kneeling between the space of my thighs, tugged open wide by him.

A flurry of movement that has my body being spun, grip both possessive and tender as he brushes a thumb across the swell of my breast.

Thigh keeping mine from closing, lips quirked when my hips rock against the muscled limb.

Words a vicious low croon.

"Sweet thing, needy aren't you? Let me show you how long I've yearned this, how many times I've spilled into my own hands wishing it was yours or those lips. Let me give you pleasure. Until that wicked mouth can't do anything but cry my name."

And my leg hooks around his, dragging him closer in answer and invitation.

Everything.

Anything.

As if I won't return the favour and pleasure tenfold beloved.

TAE POV:

Wicked sin is what (Y/N) looks like, spread out across my sheets, body splayed with a confidence and allure that's too great and strong to resist. I've always been a weak, weak man for her, leaning closer to her, hating and aching to close the distance between us, fingers skimming over the soft, supple curves of her body; seeing the jolt of her body arching into it before relaxing.

Warmth clashing with arousal, pooling heavily in her eyes, breaths hitching as my fingers continue their slow exploration over her curves, feel her leg curve around me, drawing me down, fingers digging into my shoulder and lips brushing; scorching sweet trails over to my throat and collarbone, shuddering when my hand drifts up her abdomen to palm her breast. Fingers tugging and taunting, bud hardening between the tips, coaxing out a shaky groan that pools desire, liquid molten arousal low in my gut, rutting against her slowly.

Head dipping to soothe the sting of the hardened nub, tongue flicking over it, fingers squeezing and kneading her other breast, mouthing at the soft curve and teeth pinching and trailing to sink deeper and harder against the curve, lips curving wide at the blooming mark of red my lips leave behind. Admiring the slow smatter of colour my touch begins to leave on the unmarred canvas of her skin, the way her mouth brushes against my jaw, fingers tugging at curls to try draw me closer, chest heaving when I finally move back, mottled red petals of colour blossoming against her curves, chasing to tug the swollen nub with my teeth, relishing the way her breath wavers.

Shakes and trembles under me.

Pride and fierce possessiveness curling and threading through arousal that I did that. That I get to see her like this, have her like this and entirely away from the poisoned web of the brothel. She was worlds away from that, worlds away from the obligations and compulsion, she was away from the sickly sweet heavy air clouded with perfumes that made my head throb.

Here it was just us.

Just us. And the sweet light scents of scented creams that I had long since begun associating with just her. A scent connected to a memory connected to a person. And as my head dips lower, pressing kisses down the soft giving flesh of her abdomen, fingers curling around her waist and inching lower to grip the curve of her hips, my head spins dizzyingly with how intoxicating she is. The taste of her burnt across my tongue, enthralling and heady and richer and stronger than the liquor I'd tasted on her mouth and my own.

See swollen lips part as I my lips inch dangerously low to the apex of her thighs again, hands coaxing them open, breath fanning across her arousal slick center.

Mouth aching to taste her again, to have her spill against my tongue and lips and feel her shatter and cry with my name on hers. The first brush of my fingers against the inside of her thigh, dangerously close to slipping back in. Feel her hand slip down to grip my wrist, brushing against the thin bracelets adorning it.

Gripping tightly, voice slightly breathless.

"Taehyung please—you said..." voice hitching when my fingers graze against her center; tracing a slow lazy circle.

"I said I'd give you all the pleasure sweetheart. But what sort of lover would I be if I didn't prep you properly?" I coo, lips brushing against her hipbone before letting three fingers slip in, hand drawing her thigh open when it unconsciously bucks and tries to close around the intrusion.

Lips brushing lower, mouthing at the soft curve of her hip, teeth pinching playfully before my fingers slowly begin to plunge deeper, curling slightly. I feel the tautness in her thighs, trying to remain still, but when they crook deeper they tremble, a keening cry tumbling past her lips.

Straighten to take in every shift of expression, thumb brushing over her waist, drinking in the flutter of her eyes, the arch of her back as she twists, fingers digging into my arms. Anchoring herself to me, throat bobbing as she swallows heavily, eyes sharp and snagging onto mine.

Slowly draw my fingers back, feel how her legs close to stop them from leaving this time, a mixture of impatience and urgency in her eyes.

Her arms wind around my shoulders, dragging me closer as I prop myself up. Felt in the sharp nip of her teeth against my lips when I lean in, unrelenting and consuming, groaning against my lips when she feels me slot myself securely against her center, hand coaxing her leg to wound around me once more.

"Patience darling~" I murmur, groaning when her fingers thread into hair and tug sharper, fiercer.

"If you won't hurry, do I need to pin you and take it for myself?" she murmurs, voice trembling but level with the weighted promise in them.

I answer by way of slowly driving myself in, lips slotting over hers again, a small grin tugging at my lips at the muffled whimper, the way her fingers go lax, my own breath shaky as I groan against her, stilling once I'm buried deep.

"You think after pining and yearning and waiting to have you spread out on my sheets I won't take the time to map out every inch of you? That I can't spend an eternity of taking you apart on this bed and every surface. You need to reassess love." I croon.

"Not going to ruin me then?" she murmurs, voice softer. Dangerous. Sweetly lilting.

See the way her breath wavers when my hand sprawls over her stomach; splayed wide and feel the clench of muscles tightening when I give a small roll of my hips.

"That's a given."

Brushing circles over her hips, waiting for her to adjust.

Lean closer at the featherlight brushes of her own hands brushing over my skin, tracing slow circles on my chest, inching closer and closer to hardening nipples. The tip of her nails scraping.

And when she tilts up, raising herself up on her elbows, her lips replace the touch, tongue flicking against skin, teeth pinching and scraping, slow and indulgent, the sparks her touch coaxes sending bubbling heat to sear through my veins, hips bucking against hers.

Feel her leg wound around me more securely, parting slightly.

"Ever thought of how much prettier these would look all jeweled up?" contemplative and curious and the image sparks pleasure to bubble viscerally. Thick and heavy, drawing my hips back in lieu of answering, thumb brushing over where our bodies are joined.

"No... I think they'd suit you more. Beautifully sensitive aren't you?" I tease, her answer cut off by the sharp, sudden slam of my hips driving forward again, her name spilling past my lips, body tilting forward to the curved arch of her chest, mouthing at skin.

"Tease." Shaky and breathy.

Despite this deep want to bury myself deeper, to thrust harder and sharper the slow roll of my hips against hers, the drag of skin against skin, the small expressions and shift in them, the feverish brush of fingers trailing and exploring.

Learning and mapping every divot, every line, every curve, every soft inch and every hardened muscle. Tracing over the brush of loose waves against her cheek, fingers drifting across the gleaming jewels dangling in her ears, drifting across the soft curve of her jaw, the flushed giddiness in her cheeks.

The slow rock of my hips against hers, drawing in slowly and relishing the drag of her body against me, her hips rocking back to draw me deeper, to meet each thrust for the downward roll of her hips. My hands draw her legs wider, feel them curl around my hips and lock, bodily dragging me deeper into her, a sharper slam that has her crying out and my breath seizing in my lungs.

I could have eternity like this and be left unsatisfied.

I could have forever learning her and still want to know how to make her cry out more.

I could have lifetimes losing myself to her, drowning in her scent, in the taste and feel of her body.

I could have an infinity with her like this. But the one life, the one life we share and the only life  we have I'll cherish and indulge and give myself entirely to.

"For you? Anything."

Feel her hands grip onto my shoulders, head tilting back and throat arched at a deep thrust, feel the tell-tale bubbling pleasure as her legs begin to tremble, fingers gripping onto the sheets, twisting as she keens.

Breathless and her fingers scrabble, loosening off the sheets and raking over my abdomen, lips parted to cry out when I still.

Hands pushing her hips down when she tries to thrust back, watch the moment of pleasure; right at its peak, right at the point before it crumbles and shatters over her. Watch her eyes flutter before peering at me, startled and breathless, wriggling under my hold. Breath shaky as she tries to twist free from the clamp of my hips, head falling back as she sags against the pillows and sheets.

"You... Kim." She groans, frustrated and hips trying to buck, trying to draw me back as her fingers curl around my back, grasps at skin; palms flat and trying to draw me down.

I laugh, feel the dizzying rush of pleasure and arousal mingle with teasing amusement as I force myself to remain still, to not bury myself deep into her, to coax out an endless slew of moans and cries until she's dizzy and incoherent from pleasure.

"Yes?" I murmur, bubbling laughter muffled against her skin as I burrow my face against her shoulder, peppering kisses across the curve, trailing up the crook of her neck, breathing her in.

Slow presses of my lips, hand slipping away from gripping her thigh to palm at her breast.

"You... do I need my own touch to give myself release? Lord Kim not good enough?" breathless and tinged with a mixture of playfulness and challenge.

Fingers drifting lower despite where our bodies are barely connected, uncaring as she acts on her words, drawing circles onto skin and letting her fingers sink inside her, trying to reach that pleasurable peak that I'd denied her of, bucking into her touch and nipples hardened and stiff, arched up invitingly that my mouth closes around. Teeth sinking sharper intentionally to hear her broken groan.

Eyes rake over how her fingers crook deeper, chasing pleasure but the pinched look of her hips shifting restlessly under me give away how close and yet far she is from release. How she teeters on a brink. My fingers loop around her wrist, drawing her fingers away, drawing them to me, lips ghosting along slick arousal-stained skin, drawing them into my mouth.

Eyes pinning hers.

Tongue tasting her pleasure, groaning around slender fingers, the shuddered moan reverberating around her fingers in my mouth when I slam my hips forward, driving myself in to the hilt. A harsh rough thrust, gripping her legs to tug her towards me before my mouth releases her fingers and move to clasp the same hand, anchoring her wrist to the bed.

"Looks like Lord Kim is good enough, looks like your fingers don't bring you to the peak anymore. Looks like you need my body, need me to be the one that wrecks you. Have I ruined you sweetheart?" I murmur.

I'll ruin you for anyone else.

I've long since ruined myself for anyone but you.

"Ruin me until I can't ever find pleasure without you. Though that's a hard challenge." She taunts.

My fingers entangle with hers, drawing them to rest over my shoulders, locking together around my nape.

Grip her hips to thrust deeper, sharper, harsher, rougher.

Slow drags punctuated with the snap of my hips driving deeper into hers.

Swallowing the keening cry against my lips, tongue curling against hers, stealing every rough shuddered breath exhaled against me as I drive deeper into her.

That's a challenge I'll win.

And you'll be left teetering and unable to fall into the endless abyss of pleasure save for when I tumble into it with you.

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"Taehyung please." (Y/N) keens, hands gripping onto my shoulders, skin flushed and dewy, littered with a steadily growing array of marks in multitudes of red, feel how tightly her body seems strung up, waiting to be uncoiled. Waiting for the snap and final push to finally... finally get release.

But she doesn't.

And I watch, enamored by the dilated haziness in her eyes, wet with pooling tears of desperation how her body arches. Trying to draw me closer, deeper, trying to bring me further into her, hands pinning her wrists against sheets long since mussed by the unsatisfied thrashing of her body, legs gone limp and fallen away from my hips. Spread wide and trembling as I continue to circle my hips, slow and shallow, far from giving her the pleasure of having desire cascade over every limb and for the simmering heat low in her abdomen to seep across every nerve cell with relief and ecstasy.

"What's wrong pretty girl?" I coo, fingers loosening and cupping her cheeks as I brush our lips together, feel her fingers scrabble off the sheets and grip my wrists with trembling fingers, hair disheveled and plea a whimpered moan.

"Please. Please. Stop teasing." She shudders when I fill her again, hips grinding forward, rutting deep inside her, feel the trail of her fingers up my forearms to grip at my arms as my hand moves to skim lower, to trace over skin where my hands gripped tightly, tugging her body closer until we're flush. The hard nubs of her breasts brushing against my chest and her body scorching and heated, trembling around me, bodies entangled in an embrace as I rock into her. Grinding deep circles.

"I'm not~" I murmur, even as I feel her body push closer and closer to seal the distance, breaths shaky as she mouths at my shoulder. Fingers tightening on my arms.

"You—" voice trembling before her teeth clamp down, a sharp sting as she hisses, thighs trembling when my fingers brush over the apex of her thighs, tracing slow rough circles against her center.

"Me? What's wrong?" I coo, pressing kisses to her temple, to the curve of her cheek, to her jaw, to her sweetly waiting lips bitten-red and swollen.

I don't have infinities, I don't have lifetimes, I don't have eternity but I have hours.

Hours to mould you to me, hours to learn how your body feels writhing with desperation for an ecstasy you just don't seem to reach.

And with every withdrawn release, stolen before she can grasp it, her body curves with sensitivity, taut and coiled up. Even more closer.

Every inch of her body gives her away,

Gives away how desperately she chases the pleasure so easily drawn away.

The arousal has long since seeped across every inch of skin, a searing inferno that engulfs me, release spilling out of her and hardened length once more driving deep... deep... deeper.

I draw her back down, fingers brushing away hair from skin flushed to the touch, eyes raking over the heaving swells of her breasts, the way her stomach tightens when her back bows off the bed, feeling it under my palm. Something carnal inside is consumed with desire at the sight of how my hand maps skin, how broad it looks in comparison, how a hand is enough to keep the frantic buck of her hips, shakier and messier grinds.

Only the slightest bit of me relenting when she sobs my name out, voice breathless but full of promise.

"When the time comes Kim, you're going to regret this." She bites out, harsher drags of her teeth and lips as she sucks a mark into my skin, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise.

I grin against the curve of her breast.

"I told you you're teasing's going to cost you darling. I may be a bandit but I'm certainly a man of my words. And price is one thing I know how to calculate."

And it's only with tears spilling over and down flushed cheeks and whimpered pleas murmured over and over into skin, hands gripping me tighter to her that I finally relent. Finally let the constantly denied pleasure shatter over her, to crumble and wash over her with a fierce intensity.

Her back arches, body stilling as a deep, deep kenning moan is torn out her throat, legs trembling violently as she tightens around me, my name sobbed against my throat, writhing as the pleasure is drawn out.

An endless stretch of pleasure that washes over in waves spilling over, a dam that shatters, shuddering under me, grip loosening, thumbs sweeping over her hips as I continue to thrust deep, prolonging the pleasure, the ecstasy that makes every limb shudder. Sobbing with pleasure that stains her cheeks in overwhelmed tears now that the release slams harsh and hard into every inch of her.

Hips weakly pushing back until my own come to still, spilling inside her, body slumping down on top to pin her to the sheets, arms curling around her, breaths shaky and exhaled against each other. Knuckles rubbing across the inside of her thighs, soothing and light. Softer touches as I draw her down from her high, lips brushing against the tears on her cheeks, pecking the tip of her nose, her fluttering eyelids before pecking her lips.

Brushing butterfly kisses over and over to her lips that part, achingly wanting, sweet and gentler, slower.

World coming to rest as we do to each other, curled together, drawing her closer, unable to bear the slightest distance between us.

Tongue curling against hers, slowly brushing through her mouth, noses brushing and heads tilting forward. Hands skimming over every inch of skin, lighter caresses and curving around her thighs to hoist her as I spin.

Falling back over the sheets with her body settled over mine, basking in the afterglow of the pleasure that still seems to be drawn out as she pushes her hips back slightly, still sheathed deep inside her.

Feel her sprawl more comfortably over me, head resting against my shoulder, tucked under mine and fingers resting over where they'd dug in, thin lines left in their wake, brushed over tenderly now.

My knuckles skim and rub over the curve of her spine, splaying over the low of her back, tracing circles of the curve of her behind, over the deep grooves.

"I meant it." she murmurs against my skin, fingers slowly drifting over my chest, lazy circles that draw me into a drowsier state of contentment .

"Meant what?" lips brushing across her hairline, smiling when her face tilts up, hand cupping my cheek, eyes softening when I tilt towards the touch.

Voice no longer shaky, tears dried and pleasure blooming beautifully over her skin, flushed and glowing.

"You may have denied me pleasure till I begged. But you'll be begging me to stop." Voice lilting and low, tilting her face up to nose at my jaw, lips brushing a tender kiss.

"And you'll be my toy for pleasure Lord Kim. Until I've had my fill, until I've had my fun."

My teeth nip at her bottom lip.

"Use me to fill you. Use me to pleasure you. Use me to ruin the both of us."

And her eyes gleam with promise.

To add countless more marks and memories onto each other's bodies. To learn exactly how to unravel me, to have the shape of my body branded and imprinted against her own.

And the rapid thud of her heartbeat pressed against my own expresses over and over again. That what we feel, what truths and confessions my heart spills out, hers reciprocates. Hers echoes.

I love you (Y/N). I've lost myself to you. And time shall tire and end before I stop yearning for you.

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My lips brush over her nape, brushing away hair that plasters to skin, curling over her back, trail them over the curve of her shoulder, nosing at her throat, mouthing wetly at the darkening marks coloring over the sensitive arch of where shoulder and neck meet.

Hand curled around her waist, tracing shapes and patterns, water sloshing as she squirms under my touch, in my arms, back flush to my chest. Her head rests against my shoulder, tilted up to curl closer, to brush her own lips; scorching and leaving trails of sparks and embers in her wake. Across the curve of my jaw, teeth scraping at the lobe of my ear, tugging at the earring, tongue flicking against it.

"You may be a worthy competitor for Jin in time." she observes, smile curving against skin when my hand stills, the flutter of her lashes against my cheek as she peers up at me.

Something warm and curious pooling in her eyes at the searing blaze I feel imbue from my own, lips thinning.

"You have a poor habit of mentioning other men when I'm the one with you. When I'm trying to help soothe your aches..." I bemoan, teeth nipping her shoulder, head coming to rest on it, feel the tickle of damp hair brush against my own skin, fingers brushing back my curls to hide the amusement curving wider across her face. Breathing me in and fingers stilling where they rest against my back.

"Don't be jealous~ you gave the aches. Jin heals them." She refutes.

My fingers curl tighter around her waist, dragging her back bodily as my hips slowly rut against her.

Voice crooning and low as I lean closer, mouth ghosting along hers.

"I heal the aches I give so I can take you all over again sweetheart. And you say that chivalry's dead."

Letting my fingers trail over her stomach, inch towards the low of her abdomen.

"I can give over and over, give all the pleasure you could ever handle then make you take more. But a gentleman doesn't bed a woman without taking care of every other need first."

Her hand tries to coax mine lower, the water in the bath sloshes as her legs part, breath ghosting along skin and fingers trailing from around my back to rest against my chest.

Silent invitation in her movement, in the arch of her back as she peers at me, skin damp and flushed with the heat of the water I'd lowered her into earlier.

The scent of the oils I'd ordered on Jin's request, doing wonders to ease out the stiffness in the low of her back, body melting like putty against me, shaky whimpered breaths of relief as the tension seeped out her body, pliant and curved against me.

I avoid the temptation to let my fingers drift lower at the open invitation, to circle her center with the tips of slick fingers; to let them sink deep into the swollen center for pleasure than to just teasingly stoke desire as I held her against me, body pressed against the counter and cleaned her out. Mouthing at skin to suckle more marks across the curve of her breasts and the flare of her hips.

"And that means feeding you, holding you, finding out what makes you laugh, what makes you angry, what makes you sad. That means learning your favourite tea, your favourite poison in a bottle, your favourite haunts in town." I murmur, giddiness spilling out in a wide grin, arms drawing her closer, hand drifting upwards and teasingly drifting across skin, between the valley of her breasts and tilting her jaw to me.

See the thrum of elation and contentment in her eyes flicker with something toying.

Feel her turn in my hold, body twisting and the water rippling; disturbed and shattered by the idyllic calm as she straddles me, thighs splayed on either side of me, revealing the enticingly unblemished inner, sensitive skin.

My thumb brushes over the proffered sight, eyes fluttering at the gentle brush of her fingers through wet curls, her fingertips trailing over the angles of my face.

"Going to make me bare all my secrets if I share my haunts and my acquired... tastes." She teases, hips brushing and slowly grinding down.

I tilt my head when hers dips to press open-mouthed kisses across my collarbone, tongue mapping where her lips trail, the barest scrape of teeth, falling back to rest against the wide rim of the deep bathtub.

"I want to find out more." I murmur, fingers coaxing her closer, gently cradling the back of her head and drawing her nearer, hiss at the brush of her center against my manhood, slowly circling her hips intentionally. Feel the twitch of her lips against my skin in amusement.

Feel the ticklish brush of hair against my skin, pushed back by her as she peers at me.

Head tilting in curiosity and rosy lips quirk in question.

"Oh? Like my favourite bedsheets? The nooks and crannies at the brothel? The right way to charm gold out of a pretty man's breeches?" lilting and honeyed tone, dripping sweetly and heavily. Coy eyes peering at me.

My hands drag her forward, my hips bucking against hers this time, keeping her hips anchored in my grip so she can feel me rutting against her, so I can feel the tell-tale tremble as she unconsciously bares herself wider.

She dangles the bait.

And I take it.

Hook, line and sinker.

"Why not? I'd love to ruin you on other sheets than silk, would love to see you gripping a quilt during winter with our bodies sharing heat. I'd love to take you in every nook and cranny and see how much longer you can keep it secret as you try be quiet. And you've charmed the gold out my breeches a long, long time back darling." I whisper, teeth nipping the curve of her ear, dipping to nudge my lips against hers until she meets them in a deeper kiss.

There's playfulness and fire in the way her tongue probes at my lips, brushing over the seam of them, fingers tugging impatiently at my hair, eliciting a groan, hips rutting upwards and dragging hers down onto my hardening manhood. The curious but also constantly familiarising brush of tongue against my own, scorching as it curls against mine, probes deeper and moans sweetly. One of her hands loosen their grip, disentangling to cup my jaw, thumb brushing over the sharp curve, sweeping over the high of my cheek as she tilts her face to mine, the wet flush of our bodies against each other, her curves pressed against me. Feel the way her lips tremble in response to my words, back arching in my grip when my hips buck up against her.

Finally giving in to her invitation and letting my fingers trail down the glistening plane of her stomach to circle slowly around her center.

"What I want to find out is how to make you scream, how to make you writhe, how to make you sob and beg to stop even as your body gives and gives. I want to find out how to make you thrash and how to make your body buck. I want to find out how to give you unadulterated pleasure that you'll never feel satisfied without me. And I'll do it at every opportunity."

Feel her smile waver when the tip of my fingers slip in, the glide slick as I bury them knuckle-deep, shallow thrusts that has her restlessly grinding her hips down to try draw me deeper.

Thumb dragging slow circles over slick skin. Stained with arousal or wet with the scented water.

Dragging them away and this time my hand draws her hips away from mine.

"But alas, I'm a gentleman. And that means food first. And once politeness is satisfied I'll bend you over the table too." I croon, hands gripping the back of her thighs and hoisting her up as I stand too.

Water streaming off our bodies in rivulets, splashing back and creating infinite ripples over the water, settling in small pools on the tiles.

Laugh at the punishing biting sting of her teeth at my shoulder as I set her down on the counter, slowly drawing away to reach for towels.

"You're a heartbreaker Taehyung and I should just—" she complains, cut off by my lips pecking hers.

Mouth parting to say something when I lean back in, shutting and silencing every word from her lips with pecks brushed across the inviting rosy fullness of them.

Over and over until she sighs and tugs me closer, half-wrapped in a large towel, damp arms winding around me and coaxing my lips to linger for a few instances longer.

"I'm a bandit beautiful. And stolen kisses I have to say taste the sweetest." Thumb brushing over the swollen curve of her mouth when I lean back, head gently nudging against hers, arms winding round to embrace her. Settling in the space between her legs and breathing in her scent, tilting to the touch of her fingertips curved and resting on my nape.

You taste sweetest.

You're the one I'm going to steal away.

You're the one I'm whisking away.

You're by far the sweetest and priceless find.

I'm sorry I pickpocketed you.

But I'm so glad too.

"How about we have something else fill those lips now?"

(AND!!! PART ONE. OF THE GLORIOUS, SPICIEST, FIEREST PART OF THE SHORT FIC AND WHEW. IT'S GONNA GET LONGER. IT FELT LIKE I WAS DRAWING IT OUT TOO MUCH SO LET ME KNOW~ @Midiiplier SWEET LOVE OF MY LIFE IF I DIDN'T GET ALL THE REACTIONS YOU CAN BET THE NEXT WILL BE MORE FIERCER AND STEAMIER! HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY THE CHAPTER AND STAY SAFE AND CAN'T WAIT TO HEAR WHAT YOU THOUGHT!)

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