"If you think I'm pretty, lay your hands on me
Know you can't stop thinking about it
I know that you're shitty and you're bad for me
But I can't stop thinking about it"

If you think I'm pretty - Artemas
(This song is sooo jimin)

Spice -O- Meter: 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️

🥀

For a moment, I thought I had fallen anyway.

That is what kissing him felt like after all these years of dreaming, rejecting, and watching. It was that slick, sensuous stroke of danger. Wrapped in velvet and cloaked with wine, it stole my senses with its divinity.

I am not watching him. I am not feeling another. He is under my touch, and tasting my flesh.

Jimin had lunged forward, molding her lips to his. The first touch had been exhilarating, enough for Aera to part her lips and accept him with her uttered a gasp. That immediate taste of lavender and the scent of caramel flooded her senses, his smooth lips a shock of resilient firmness. Both of his hands slid from the wall, over her collarbones, and up to hold her face within his palms. She had played this out so many times, and still, her heart threatened to cease its gait.

There was a moment of pause as they first touched. Hesitance from shock, from the strange and pure potency of desire. She could feel it now, how much he wanted her. Aera was pressed against the sill entirely, and Jimin's entire body craned over and into her. The evidence of that pressed against her navel, it showed in the way his lips were careful at first. And how it would change absolutely nothing about the way they hated each other.

No, the kiss was filled with it. Nothing had ever felt quite as reckless and exhilarating. Gods he is so fucking good. The asshole had skill, honed from all the women that were not her. He hadn't been wrong about that, which made his critique of her first kiss all the more infuriating. She always convinced herself she hated watching the way he had stroked along others' skin like tuned strings. Watching his hands elegantly and yet powerfully touch and slide upon others. He had learned to play women like an instrument, his mouth a supplemental melody.

It was rapture.

His head nodded as he moved his mouth across her own, eliciting a cry from her. He barely did anything just yet, and she could see just how much he practiced over the years. Jimin started roughly but was daring enough to tease. He pulled back just enough to see her heart pounding within her chest, her cleavage thrust out towards him. His cheeks were flushed and shaded with his silver hair, his thumbs scraping against the line of her jaw.

"Why do you feel so good?" The question was clipped as he laughed, deranged. He shook his head, "Of course you would." He knew she would not answer. His head fell to her fair chest, to which he licked at the hill of one breast up to the area below her ear. Her knees buckled when he sucked lightly right under her jaw. Aera could do little else, frozen by what was occurring between them.

Moments ago, she thought he would never dare touch. He acted like he never wanted to. But this? What the fuck was this? Other than a few, somewhat delusional moments, he had not shown desire for her. Quite the opposite in most cases. So what was wrong with the bastard? Aera should care more, she should end this and figure out what trick he was playing now.

Maybe he truly did feel guilty, and just wanted to give her back agency over what happened. To give her a pereche ceremony that she would not regret.

But she couldn't find it in herself to ask again. Not as he moved his hands to a soft grip around her neck, nipping at her jaw once again.

What are we doing?

What have we done?

How will this change us?

Jimin stopped his onslaught, slightly out of breath and he faced her once again. He took in her face for a long, deep moment. From her jade eyes to her reddened lips, and the dark satin of her hair. Truly looked at her. Aera was afraid of what she would find. Expecting regret in the overwhelming wave of lust. In a moment, there would be clarity, he would realize it was just the feeding. That he was horny, and Aera just happened to be there.

That they were enemies without a truce.

But when she met his black eyes, she found pure unabashed need. A look she had only seen when he would kiss others to be flagrant and obnoxious. It was too much to comprehend, it still made no sense to her. A man who only looked at her with vexation, looking like he wanted to tear her clothes off. Yet there was an openness that she had never seen, a delicate lift of his brows, as he stared at her with its pleading. His hands remained at her neck, just holding her as his plump lips were more swollen than before. He licked them, and she couldn't help but stare at the pink shine. She wanted them back slotted over her mouth, tasting the soft and smooth skin. She wanted to feel his teeth, clash into them. Bite his cheek and welcome his tongue. She wanted every gnawing and growing feeling she had for him since she went to the damn castle to be released within their kiss.

He used his thumbs to lift her face when she attempted to avoid his eyes. "What's wrong?"

Bastard. He decided to talk, and in moments it could ruin everything. He should just kiss her.

"We hate each other. I do not want you, and you do not want me." Aera stated with reluctance, trying not to break apart at the feel of his hands on her.

Jimin lifted a brow, looking down between them. Aera rolled her eyes, knowing a man's dick rarely had the same limitations as the heart and mind. "Hatred is the reason what I want to do right now. It coexists." Then he sent a heated smirk her way, venturing closer to her lips once more, his eyes feasting upon them, "I hate you so much, I want to devour you in any way I can."

Still, he wishes to ruin me. Still, I wish to be ruined.

Aera could not wait any longer. She grabbed the collar of his shirt and fused their lips. Her entire body and core ached with the pulsing feeling, with the rising ember of a lust she had tried so hard to suppress within her. Every fight, every trick a brick laid to bring them to the tower of this moment.

Gods above, help me. The man opened his mouth, taking in her bottom lip ravenously. Her mind swam as he moved his lips against her like a man meeting rain for the first time. The skin that usually ran cold burned against her, his lips working against her mouth with a fierceness he seemed too careless to encompass. Soft, he was so soft. Relentless, he was an unending wave against her lips. He used his grip on her to angle his face towards her, deepening the kiss. His other hand gripped the smallest curve of her waist, flattening over her stomach.

What a crime it is for a demon like him to have such a soft, soul-filled caress when I am not sure if he possesses a soul at all.

"I truly hate you," Aera said breathlessly. Jimin pulled slightly back, his eyes glassy. He ran his tongue along her lower lip, making her shiver.

"Tell me more." He begged, pressing a full kiss on her lips. He let the hand near her face travel to her waist. He was holding her entirely now, veiled by the night sky and the scream of the ocean.

"You are callous without true cause, just blind discrimination against those you believe to be weak." Aera bit her lip as he lowered himself to her chest again. Smirking as he played with the hem of her dress. "You are arrogant and impulsive. You believe yourself to be better than others, and that your opinions and thoughts hold more weight." She swallowed, watching the pink of his tongue glide between the valley of her breasts, and feeling the sensation to her core. "You play with peoples' minds, life is a game for you."

Jimin paused his descent, nipping the plush skin of her breast. Lifting himself back up to her, her throat felt parched from the loss of sensation. He lifted both of his arms beside her head, caging her.

"It is only amusing because every single trait you listed applies to you. And I know you do not hate yourself." Jimin's teeth glinted as he smiled with taunt, "You just want to be the most cruel, the most intelligent, the most cunning." His voice drawled lower, "You do not like that I am better at it."

"No." Aera bit out, grabbing him by the back of his skull. Jimin did not even flinch, instead pressing his chest to her own and letting her bring him closer. Their breath mingled, a mixture of the scent of his blood and a floral scent. She panted against his mouth, meeting his eyes.

Jimin tilted his head, letting his lips brush her own with the faintest of touches. Teasing at the slight wetness, the glide of it. She gasped, and he caught her body as she seemed to lose control of it. "I know you, no matter what you claim. You are not just an introvert, a person who wants to be alone and is constantly bothered. You are driven by intention, so much that you are not a victim of fate alone. You are moral, as long as what you want aligns with what is just. And you justify your cruelty to others, whether it be because you label them as idiots or plain evil. Though conveniently, when you are bad, it is for a reason. Everyone else can believe that you saved me out of the kindness of your heart, and they would be naive to believe you did. I know you, unlike everyone else. I know the way you operate, and what makes you tick." She could scarcely breathe as he fully connected their mouths, his lips waving across her own. Drawing out more of her sanity. He pulled back, his eyes ablaze as he trapped her further, "You did not save me out of the kindness of your heart. So why? I have had time to ponder, and I only conclusion I can trust is that there was something in it for you."

Fuck.

Aera's heart skipped, and his head twitched like he heard the disparity.

"What did you hope to get out of my survival Aera? Please tell me, I am your enemy, impressed by your strikes against me." Jimin's eyes fluttered as he nearly met her lips again, his hands gripping the cave wall as if they could save him. "I could have been out of your life, without the lift of your fingers. It was with your testimony that I was pulled out of the clutches of the afterlife."

Aera did not want to answer, because there were two. One she could not reveal to him, and one she did not want to admit to herself.

"Just be grateful I felt pity for you that day," Aera said, before using the grip on his hair to crash their lips together once again.

Jimin forgot all about talking, as did she. His arms wrapped around her, crushing her to him. His fingers threaded themselves into the strings of her dress and her skirts. He groaned, raspy against her lips, and Aera could not help but return the sound. The world around them dissipated, leaving behind sensations either could understand, that transcended previous pairings with just a kiss alone. She held onto him tighter, throwing her entire being into him. Her hands gripped everywhere, the soft starlight of his hair to the veined strength of his neck. To his shoulders, corded in an elegant muscle that was able to easily lift her writhing body into his.

He tasted her in her entirety, running his tongue along the sharp edge of her teeth, along the smooth inner lining of her cheek. He met her own, not tangling, but circling and gliding with a light seduction that juxtaposed the rough movements of his lips and aligned with the graceful path of his hands. Up and down her waist he went, finally cupping under her chest and kneading the flesh as he pressed into her hips with his own. Her breath hitched as she felt his hardness through her skirts, warm and solid. Fracturing, when it would meet the pulsing ache between her thighs. Losing her mind, when his finger began to circle the apex of her breast while teasingly avoiding the center.

Provoking her, until she would eventually snap. Seducing her like how he liked to annoy her.

She had hoped that she had been delusional in her beliefs that he would be her match, that he would be better than the rest. Her delusions had proven to be routed in reality.

She was truly beginning to lose her mind, as all of her emotions over the years combined into a deep need.

She began to move against him, needing the friction. His body was hard, the only softness being the delicate nature of some of his features. It was making her fucking crazy, as she had always seen the muscle, the bone, and had not felt their solid frame. He used one hand to hitch her leg over his hip, allowing for more contact. He looked more than pleased that she was asking for more of him, her body sliding against the imprint of his trousers. He bit his lip, looking at where the material of their clothes kept them separated. He trembled, his heartbeat quickening and his lips took her own again. This time, it felt less of an angry hunger, but an insatiable one. His lips moved slower, seeking. His moan was low and rumbled within his chest as she used her tongue to tease her own. He deepened the kiss, holding the edge of her jaw with the other flat against her back. Languid thoughtful and determined. Aera continued to meet his warring lips, a haze growing over her thoughts, her mind. Nothing existed but him, his mouth, and whatever touch he could give her.

Soft, too soft. A promise of the gentleness he had warned her she could not handle.

This is for ruining my gift as a child.

She bit his lip, pulling slightly. The man cursed, his eyes growing darker.

Her hand moved to the edge of his trousers, and his abdomen shivered underneath her touch.

This is for putting a rat in my room when we were eleven.

She dragged her nails up, up. Scraping his abdomen and his chest, making him let out a sharp breath.

This is for lying to you about how I felt about the engagement. This is for staring at you while kissing another, instead of finding the courage. This is for lying by the cliffs before you leave.

Aera met his mouth with a new fervency, taking every piece of him in. Jimin met her passion with his own, so much that the kiss would draw blood. Her fangs made an appearance without her allowing it, scraping him. He did not care as they intertwined. She sucked the end of his tongue, making him crush her in his grip. "Fuck." He whispered under his breath, broken. Before he gripped her jaw, crushing their mouths together, dominating her.

That's when she snapped. She pulled away from him, and his head followed unwilling to let go. She held a hand to his chest, looking up through her lashes. She drank in his flushed cheeks, his whisked hair, and shining eyes. While the man had never been as uptight as his brother, he always was put together. Seeing him his shirt rumpled and falling open, his gaze unguarded and without that veil of disinterest was something else entirely. He scrunched his brows together in confusion, wondering if there was already an end.

His eyes widened as Aera fell to her knees, her lips grazing the line of his chest to the beginning of his trousers.

She kept eye contact, fully situated below him, kissing him through the material that held him. He let out a string of curses, his head falling back and showing his veins as touched his hips. He made no move to stop her, as she unbuttoned him.

"You want this?" She asked through gritted teeth, knowing men like him probably had a kink for the girl they hated bowing below them.

"Stupidly so." He muttered through labored breaths, gripping at the front of his hair. He laid his other hand on the side of the window opening to hold himself upright.

That is what Aera wanted from this, the feeling of power over someone who was impenetrable otherwise. Aera wanted to watch him wilt and buckle from her touch, in ways he had always remained unaffected.

Aera nodded, "I need you to hold my hair back." She said it quite coyly and enjoyed watching his reaction. He swallowed, looking expectant as he took her silky black hair into his hand, wrapping it around his palm once to get a tighter grip.

She smiled at him, even as his eyes narrowed. Probably wondering if she planned to bite off his appendage instead. She took the hem of his undergarments, feeling the heat below. Her mouth watered as she revealed his hardness, already pearling for her. For her.

Her lifelong opponent turned to stone. For her, for her. She was drunk off the idea, of what it could lead to. Of how she could use it against him.

But for now, she did what she wanted to do before what she needed. She took him into her mouth, lightly licking at the liquid that had already escaped.

"Aera dear, you're going to fucking kill me." He seethed out, pulling her hair and making her scalp prick with sensation. Tugging it in a very different way than what either was used to, but the need was oh so familiar.

"What, did you think kissing was the only thing I was going to be good at? After you goaded me?" Aera laughed, letting her lips wrap around his head, teasing. His fists tightened, and so did her stomach with pleasure. She pulled away and he was heaving, "It's your turn, to be honest. Have you always wanted to do this?"

"You would kill me if you knew just how many times I've thought of exactly this." Jimin smiled, his mouth parting as she licked a line up the base of him. From his navel to the top of his head. He has thought about me? It sent a dangerous thrill through her, proving that despite his apparent rejection of her, he had wanted her flesh. A lust that had nothing to do with the pity he felt for her situation. Perfect. The reveal of his past wishes sent her aflame. Aera lifted one of her hands, using a nail to rip the center of his blouse. It fell open, revealing smooth skin and the contours of his abdomen. She moaned with him in her mouth, making him cry out more expletives. He bent down to her ear as she worked on him, making his muscles stand out. His voice was practically a growl in her ear, "With your mouth so full of me that you're unable to speak."

(A/N: SIR?! Feminism? Aera are you okay girl? Anyways looks like I'm going to hell)

There was something very, very wrong with her. Because she felt a wave rush from her center, her desire only heightened at his primitive confession. She was overtaken, using her mouth and tongue to her full skill. Sucking in her cheeks, and scraping at the tops of his thighs with her nails.

"That's enough for you," Jimin whispered huskily, making her raise from her knees with the grip he possessed on her hair. She felt disappointment in her stomach, but it was quickly doused as he began kissing her in a way that stole the breath from her lungs.

"Why, I thought you wanted it." She asked in between their kisses, his lips finding their way to her neck, as he moved them carefully to the edge of the sill. Closer to the inside of her room.

Jimin's laugh was throaty as he ran his hot tongue up the side of her neck, tugging on her ear with his teeth. "What? Do you want another pitiable confession? That the man who can barely stand the sight of you, would have come way too quickly if you kept at it?" Aera's shiver went down to her bones, "I had thought about what you just did too many times to last."

Aera felt sick with her need, her stomach rolling. She felt just as depraved as when she thirsted for his blood, recognizing the need to be filled. To be satiated.

He got down from the sill gracefully, his body showing in the moonlight as he turned to her. She vowed to place her mouth all over the skin, as he took her by her waist and lifted her down and onto the ground. He did not let her go when her feet met the floor, instead kissing her while moving her towards the bed.

When the back of her knees hit the bed, she cradled her face within his palms. He pressed a chaste kiss to her lip, interrupting the fire from before. "Are you sure about this?"

"We can go back to hating each other after?" Hate was all she understood between them. It was the only thing that made sense. It was the only thing that kept him close. The only woman he did not despise was Leila, and she did not want him back.

The man stiffened, an unknown expression in his eyes as he held her close. His thumb pressed onto her lower lip, bearing some of her teeth. His eyes followed the movement, "I've never stopped."

"Then yes." Aera stuttered, feeling nervous. His hands were already making their way to the ties at the front of her dress. She grabbed his hands, "You know, we could be friends." If we just got over ourselves.

She blamed what she said on a fit of madness. That is the last thing she wanted for them, and that ship had sailed at the age of 14. She sounded crazy, asking for him to hate her and then requesting companionship.

Jimin smiled, his eyes narrowing as he gently moved out from under her hands. Pulling a single ribbon in with a sensual slowness, "No, we couldn't."

The front of her dress fell open, and his eyes never left hers. He kissed her softly, slowly, dripping honey across her senses. She gripped his shoulders, holding on for dear life as he gripped her breasts with his hands, his thumbs flicking over the stiffened flesh. She whimpered into their kiss, and he let out a groan of approval. He bit her lip, and she arched into him, which he used to help guide her unhurriedly onto the bed.

He lit up, his hair turned into light from the moon. His dark lashed eyes were hidden from her as he kissed her body, the veins in his hands stark as he undid the laces off her black dress. Her chest moved rapidly, every touch of his a trail of ice and devastation.

Jimin knew what he was doing. His mouth latched onto her chest, circling the skin with his tongue with languid licks. It made her lift herself so she could pull her dress off, throwing it to the corner of the room.

The man pulled back slightly, about to take off his shirt when he froze.

"What?" Aera asked, never feeling self-conscious before. Their kind was not opposed to nudity like in human settlements. But Jimin always was looking for something new to judge, and he had not moved at all since he caught her within his gaze. His open stare was making her squirm.

He took in a deep breath, closing his eyes. Pulling off his shirt, so all of his lightly tanned skin was open to the firelight. When he opened his eyes again, they were ravenous. He stepped near the bed, running a single finger up one of her calves.

She expected him to begrudgingly admit she was beautiful. She should have known better.

"Poison." He said instead, his voice tainted with loathing.

Aera lifted herself to her elbows, wanting to figure out what exactly that meant at a time like this. It was quickly stifled, as he began to kiss up her leg, lifting the limb. She writhed like a sea nymph out of the water as he made it to her thighs, his bewitching eyes locking on her as he sucked and then soothed the skin. Letting just a hint of his fangs drag across her skin, never breaking the surface.

He licked and nipped her hip bone as he maneuvered his trousers off of himself. When he stood over her, she could feel the heat of his skin below. He was entirely too beautiful, as she had learned the darkest of beings often were. She wanted nothing more than to be around it, her center clenching as he avoided where the skin practically sang for his touch. The feeling was building without him ever making direct contact, and it was making her desperate.

Jimin saw her struggle, her desperation. He smiled slowly, his eyes half-lidded as he fastened his hands to her hips. "Is that where you want me to kiss you?" Her desire did not rid her of the urge to kick him in his nuts. "I will save the best for last." Aera rolled her eyes, stopping when he pressed a kiss right above where she wanted him. His lips were a perfect bow against the pearl of her skin. "The ceremony calls for other compulsions first."

Immortui knew the ritual, as they had all learned through either rumor or a horribly awkward talk with their parents. Since true matings were so rare, it was the only way for them to know.

Jimin kept his eyes on her leaning over. She felt his hardness pressed against her leg, and if she just wriggled a little over-

He tsked, realizing her path. His eyes were all demanded as he brushed his thumb over the top of her slit. Aera cried out, the sensation a thousand bolts of lightning. He drank in her reaction, leaning closer and pressing a kiss to her ribs. He angled his hand, brushing his fingers against their opening. Again, she wanted to kick him when a self-satisfied smile appeared. "This is turning you on, you sick fuck. Who knew I would make you this wet."

"It's not my fault if you make others dry Jimin." Aera teased, even as she clenched around the air. He still had not let his fingers cross the line into her body.

"Others?" Jimin asked, provocative once again. Aera cursed, her hips widening as he finally entered his middle and pointer finger into her. His thumb slowly put pressure on the side of her clit, "I do not care to remember."

Aera could not think more of his words as he readied her, the sound of her slick as he left her, just to slam back in. His knuckles met her to the base, her fingers angled slightly, hitting a spot that was making her eyes roll back into her head. He watched every reaction like a hawk, paying attention to what made her cry out the most. When she attempted to slink down to touch him at the same time, he grabbed her wrist and held her to the bed.

"I will lose myself Aera." He warned, making her heart ready to burst.

"Jimin, please," Aera begged, her voice thin. The man looked up at her with a primal protectiveness, letting his movements slow.

His voice was shaky when he spoke, "The ritual calls for you to be facing away-"

Her face drained of blood. "No." Jimin looked shocked, ripping his touch away from her. He thought she wanted to stop. She grabbed his hand, bringing it to rest on her chest. "I want to still. I just need to be facing you so I know-"

So I know it is you.

Jimin's eyes flooded with understanding. She was grateful to see his length still proud and lifted to his stomach. It would have made her feel undesirable if he called the entire deal off in light of her request.

She hated the silence until he used his hand to lay her back down on the bed. She had little time to question it before he got onto the bed himself.

Turning her head, she caught every glorious inch of him lying vertical and slightly propped on the pillows. He did his best to hide his unhealthy want for her with his horrible demeanor. He folded his hands behind his head, looking like all the prick he was, the contours of his body on full display as he smiled at her arrogantly.

"Come ride me then."

Such a prince. Anyone else, and she really would have stabbed them. Instead, another flair of deep desire arose at his absolute audacity.

"I really do hate you." She said, looking him up and down.

"Lack of distance makes the heart grow bitter." The man smirked, "You can hate me while you're on top of me. What are you not good at it?"

Want me to prove it bastard?

Aera narrowed her eyes, smiling back at him. His expression fell as she began to crawl over to him, her hips swaying. He swallowed heavily, his throat bobbing as she was close enough for her hair to brush against his skin. He kept his hands behind his head as she swung her leg around his torso, effectively straddling him just under him and at the top of his thighs. His length twitched when she placed her hands on either side of him on the bed, her mouth nearing him.

"No, I am afraid you'll shatter too quickly."

"Fracture me then." He said, just as quickly. His once cold skin simmering underneath her. Biting his lower lip so roughly she was sure he would draw blood.

Aera raised a brow, slowly lifting her knees. She placed her hands on his chest, and he finally lowered his arms. He ran his hands over her, before using one to line himself up with her. Her blood pulsed madly. They both let out curses and mewls when their skin accidentally brushed. Her body ready to envelope him.

"Aera." Jimin called to her, his voice strained. Her name the night stealing away the sun on his lips. Lips that she now knew. 

"Jimin." She called back to him, her knees begging to let go onto him.

He sat up fully, bringing them face to face. Closer and closer. He set one hand at the base of her spine, a soft touch that left her mind spinning. His chest pressed into her own, molding soft and hard together.

She stared into his dark eyes, that particular shade of almost black. But not quite. They had been these close before, at odds. Never crossing the line.

"Ravage me, dear Aera." He asked definitively against her lips, their noses brushing. Those dark eyes wholly familiar. She had seen that look once, the day he had asked her if she wished to be married to the prince.

Aera pressed her lips against his, their chests sliding as she let herself fall onto him. Their mouths parted against each other, lost in the feeling as he breached her.

"You feel too good." Jimin gasped against her, as she felt every bit of length fill her. "Too fucking good, like you were made to make me suffer." She was still on him, their navels meeting. She had not even moved yet, and still they felt the gravity of the connection. "You are poison." 

And surely, she would bring him little death. 

She took his shoulders, pushing him back so that he lay against the pillows once more. She used the leverage to start rotating her hips. He watched with a masculine reverence, mesmerized by the gyrating movements. Jimin slid one hand where they met, placing his thumb on the apex of her once again, jolts of sensation running though her. With the other, he ran over her stomach, up her breast, and softly around her throat. She let out a strangled gasp, held up by his hand as she grinded on him. He fit her so well, every single movement arched into her walls, making the tension within her core build. 

"Bite me, Aera." He groaned out, his eyes only slits as they clouded with lust, "Take from me. Take everything that I have, and use it for your own gain." He groaned, "Don't you want to get back at me? Don't you want to finally win? Take it all." 

Aera could barely breath, the flexing of his abdomen under her center, under her hand was making her wild. Her head threatened to hang back, her hair had fallen into her eyes and into her mouth and she did not care. He moved it out of the way for her, brushing her cheek, before placing his wrist at her throat and before her mouth once more. He slowly brought one of her hands to his own mouth, careful to not expose his fangs. His cheeks flushed wine red, his lips just as bloodied in their lust. He took turns watching her body on him, watching the way she sunk on him, and then watching her expression crumble more and more as she did so.  

Aera slowed her lips, and the male took over. Using his strength and his free hand to guide her onto him. Still, he focused on her hesitation. On her bite. She felt his pulse hammering underneath her sensitive flesh. Lost in the dark abyss of his eyes, that for once seemed to want to take her in instead of throw her away.

She placed her lips on his wrists, tasting the skin first. She nodded, and he did the same. He placed a kiss to her wrist, gesturing with a nod for her to bite first.

"Tell me if you cannot go on." He said seriously.

With compassion.

She hated it more than anything.

Aera let her fangs grow to their full size, and bit down heavily on his wrist. Jimin's body jostled into her own, his eyes falling closed as he felt both pain and pleasure. He slammed her hips harshly into his own, making her mouth fall open, even as she swallowed more of his sweet blood. Feeling both the euphoria of his blood and his skin within her at the same time. Jimin opened his eyes, asking without words. Aera muttered a broken please against his wrist, the slickness of his black blood falling between them. Now she was sliding, his blood and her wetness mixing to make the friction between them delicious. Jimin was a mess of mismatched words, some with her name and some just curses he probably made up. He placed his plump lips against her fair wrist, letting his fangs tease her veins. "I want you to forget anyone else Aera." He said, his mouth parted. "I want you to feel nothing but pleasure." His eyes fluttered to her own, before he bit down. 

The pleasure they joined with only intensified. She felt black spots in her vision, as a pulsing sensation started from his bite and traveled to all of her extremities. She had been bitten before, but his? His lips held softly to her, too perfect. His lashes night shrouding the want she found in their depths. His tongue was quick to caress the blood leaving her body, a pure dark red. Holding the vein just above, as if careful not to spill. They could not pull their gazes away from each other, reluctant for this moment to end. 

Her eyes started to fall back into her head, as Jimin increased the pace of their meeting. A constant slam of pressure within her, stretching and building. He kept his hand on her nerves, moving at just the right pace to make her body splinter. His gaze grew darker and darker as he ingested more of her blood, with her body throbbing around him. 

Jimin lifted himself up again, crushing their limbs between them. Sweat started on his brow, darkening the silver on his hair as he thrust into her, over and over. Aera met his every move with a grind of her own, needing more pressure. He removed his hand between them, allowing her to gyrate into his abdomen, the flesh burning and silken. He grabbed the hair at the nape of her neck, bringing her gaze back to his eyes. 

"Aera." He said, his mouth covered in red blood. "Aera." 

"I am so close." She responded, barely sentient. It was all too much. He was too much.

"Holy fuck Aera, fuck-" Jimin gritted his teeth, dropping his hand from her hair and using it to grip the flesh of her ass and meld them further together. It changed the angle, the pressure, making the pair fanatical. "Continue to take me."

Aera took back his wrist, the added sweetness filling her once again. She felt tears enter her eyes as he licked all around the wound he created on her, before sinking his teeth into once again, sending instant rapture through her.

She screamed, her body convulsing as she suffered through the hardest orgasm of her life. 

I have come undone. He was too pretty, as there were stars in his eyes as he watched her. Sweat, blood, and desire mixing. Tears streamed down her face, turning his pretty face into an oil painting, her center swallowing him harder as she pulsed around him. The waves refused to end, crashing and crashing and-

"Aera." He called out her name, weak. 

Again. Her body went slack, weak against him as she was lost to rapture once again. 

Jimin growled, thrusting into her harshly to help her ride it out. She felt him tremble and shiver as he let out his own moan, his hips twitching without rhythm into her. His forehead fell against hers, pulling away their wrists from each other as he kissed her messily. Blood mixing between their lips. 

They remained that way a few moments, destined for disaster. 

He hardened within seconds inside of her, and she lifted her hips. She moaned without restraint, needing more. 

Needing more of him. 

Jimin lifted her off of him, his face completely unreadable. 

She thought she was being rejected again, as his face was twisted with a harsh emotion. He breathed deeply, looking all the dark prince he was as he kneeled in the moonlight. 

Did he regret this? Did he regret me?

I do not. 

Not at all.

Aera felt full of life, unlike she had in a long time. Ignited, by the only man who could set fire to her. Her heart was threatening to crack, not in anger. And still she readied her sword, readied her fight against him. She would if she had to, naked and fucking lusting over him and all. 

His eyes were shaded, his voice low as he spoke, "Lay on your back, Aera dearest. Now." 

He did what he promised to do.

He devoured her, in all ways that those that despised each other could do. They were covered in nail marks and bites all over their entire bodies. Realizing that intimacy could be another form of harm. They found all the vulnerabilities and figured out just how much pleasure they could give.

It was only as the sun rose, that neither could go on further. Not because they wished to stop, but because of the fatigue that was causing both of their eyes to flutter close. Holding each other even as he remained inside of her. The ceremony is symbolically completed.

Because it was not real. Aera already had a pereche, and she killed him. Jimin would not choose to tie himself with her. And Aera was not sure even if she had the chance, if she would tie herself to another soul.

The only one she would want, declaring his hatred of her even as he made love to her.

She felt the rays of the sun turn the inside of her closed eyelids red. His hard chest under her, rising and falling with the slowness of rest. His arm wrapped behind her back, a vice keeping her close.

Aera fell asleep beside a man for the first time in three years.

She was not afraid.

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(A/N): okay so just to show how funny they are

Aera was about to jump out of a window to avoid him because he pushed her (her thinking he was rejecting what was between them) (jimin freaked out cuz he was turned on and he didn't want her to think he was going to take advantage. He goes well fuck it let's fuck. They insult their entire beings to each other. She goes from almost jumping out a window to avoid him to LITERALLY 🌬️🌬️him on her knees HILARIOUS!

They are deranged and it's only gonna get worse! I hope you all enjoyed it.

This story will be shorter than Solace, but it isn't ending soon. I'd say 30 chapters or less. Maybe more!

Thanks yall 😍