“How do I tell oceans, that I drown in your eyes as well?.... Yes, I love you Erin Müller, I fuckin' love you so much.”
He emphasized delightfully.

Silence greeted his announcement.
Shock slid through Erin's veins.
Does he love her?

The acid in her stomach turned into ice. Erin's breath rose and felt rapid gasps as she tried to process the information.
Relief and admiration fizzled in her body. This was so lovely to hear. She pressed her fingers around her shoulder, and closed her eyes, trying to imagine what her twenty-six-year-old self would have done.

Their love for each other was equally passionate, yet she may have loved him even more. She'd been in love with him enough that she wouldn't have been able to walk away as easily, as she had known he'd still harboured feelings for her. It was impossible to not love someone who'd burrowed themselves so deep in your psyche they were part of you. And that someone was him, Taehyung.

She intended to scramble to her feet, needing to do something, anything to release the rage and the ignited energy coursing through her, especially between the thighs. As soon as Taehyung didn't receive any response from her side, pain carved itself into his face.

A chaotic storm of affliction and exasperation fell over his features. Did she never love him the same? Never?
Another gulp could be heard from his side.
Hereafter, as he proceeded to detach himself from her grip, she brought him to another level of ecstasy.

Instead of responding to him with the same answer, Erin grabbed his face and pressed her lips onto his. Taehyung's head jerked up. Her movement shocked him and gave him delightfulness at the same time. Yes, he may have been hurt because of her marriage thing, but right now, he wants to enjoy this too.
He cupped her cheek in his hands and reciprocated with the same intensity. They kept eating each other mouth until he felt himself out of breath. Both of them departed from each other hold, yet a string of saliva emerged between the distance in their lips.

"You love me?"
She nodded delightfully, and a grin was plastered on his face.

With the gravity of their erotic moment, he asked, Is this what u want?"
Taehyung's voice rasped down her spine.

Erin approved him with a 'yes'. Her brain was short-circuiting from the imagination of her R-rated fantasies, and she couldn't think properly.
Good.
She didn't want to think. She didn't want to do anything. She just wanted to feel him inside of her.
She could deal with the ramifications of tonight later, but for now, he needed what only Taehyung could give her.

Oblivion, someone would say perhaps.

Erin clenched her thighs to ease the hot throb of arousal. Taehyung didn't touch her, but she was still getting so much turned on.

She fought back a moan and whispered, enough to hear him.
"I want you Taehyung. I fucking want you, to wreck me, to claim me as yours, to devour me. Just do it already."

The word barely left his mouth before Erin spun him around and her lips crashed against his once more. Taehyung reacted instinctively. She locked her arms around his neck and pressed herself flush against him. Her soft curves slid into the hard, lean lines of Taehyung's body as easily as pieces of the puzzle. It was as if they were made for each other.

A part of Taehyung wondered if they were making the right choice. Another, much larger part didn't care, because he couldn't stand it anymore. The knot of frustration, just because of his junior, inside of him, waiting to burst; the tension that threaded him to her; the promise of the things he could do to her. His body responded to Erin in a way it never had for anyone else, and she was sick of denying herself the pleasure of being back with him, again.

Taehyung grasped the backs of her thighs and wrapped her legs around his waist, never taking his mouth off hers as he navigated them towards the bedroom. Erin would've been impressed by his deft multitasking, except her mind had gone hazy and she couldn't focus on anything except the throbbing in her core and the scrape of her hard nipples against her bra.
God, it had been too long since she'd had sex. Erin could hardly remember the times when she couldn't orgasm with her so-called 'husband'. Whereas, with Taehyung, she was this close to combusting, and they hadn't even taken their clothes off.

He just knew how to whore around.

He lowered her on the bed his fingers tugging impatiently at the zipper of her dress as he did so. He waited until the red silk dress pooled on the floor before he set her and shed his shirt and jeans.

Erin sucked in a sharp inhale. God, he was so beautiful to look at. No matter how many times she saw him, she couldn't get over it.
Broad shoulder tapering down to a flat stomach and narrow waist, lean hips, long powerful legs, and sleek muscles encased in golden skin, not to mention the thick bulge behind his black Calvin Klein briefs. Michelangelo himself couldn't have sculpted a more perfect piece of art.

A lazy smile crossed his face as he drank in her unabashed appreciation.

"Like what you see love?" he drawled.
Confidence seeped from every pore, mixing with raw sensuality and potent masculinity to create an irresistible cocktail that Erin lapped up like a kitten with cream.

"Very much."

She ran her hand over his chest, revealing his warm strength. She could feel the erratic rhythm of his heart beneath her fingertips. How beautiful he was, a masterpiece indeed.

She was aware of him being strong, but not this strong. Oh! How he could just melt his panties and flooded them in 2 minutes with her cum. She would even love, it if they would be mixing with his.

"But I'd like it better if you took those briefs off."
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