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chapter seventeen

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His lips stretch further in a lustful smirk; a smile that is half sardonic and half secretive, as if he knows the answers to something that she doesn't. Something she has no clue of.

He slowly lifts his hand, his slender fingers twirling her dark hair as he keeps his ink-like eyes locked with her wide ones.

Yura stays glued onto the wall as if she's a statue. She's a statue and Jeongguk is her artist, re-creating her with every small touch of his hands and body.

As no words leave the girl, he teasingly moves his face further to hers, her furious blush deepening.

An electrical storm goes through Yura's body in patterns as his nose slowly brushes against her skin, burning.

A dry chuckle escapes him, his breath fanning against her cheek. "Why aren't you saying anything? You're normally so feisty on text."

She gulps harshly, her breathing getting heavier with every passing second.

Jeongguk slightly pulls away, giving her room to finally release a small breath in relief.

That is until he connects their warm hands, leading the way. He goes through her whole apartment, searching for a specific room, her not saying a word in the process.

Opening the final door, he subtly smiles in satisfaction, closing it after both of them are inside her bedroom.

He spins around while bobbing his head to the side, a devilish smirk playing on his lips.

Taking many steps towards her figure, she walks backward as he does so, breathing heavily as she blinks countless of times.

The temperature of the whole room goes up higher, causing small droplets of sweat to form on Yura's forehead, gulping.

Unfortunately, her clumsy self doesn't notice the back of her leg stumbling against the bed, falling down on it with a shriek.

Another deep chuckle escapes him, making the whole game easier to him, considering her place and current situation.

The subtle sound of raindrops hitting her windowpane is the only thing that can be heard as Jeongguk stares down at her.

It has been written in their gazes, a chemistry, a seed of lust, an invitation to learn about the other by their bodies.

They finally contrive a way to be alone, a chance for their bodies to communicate without the need for words.

He climbs on top of her, hovering over her figure. A smirk is still painted on his lips while she has a slightly panicked expression on her face.

"What are you doing?" she finally opens her mouth, her voice barely above a whisper. With widened eyes, she lightly tries to push him away, but he won't budge.

The look in her eyes says that she is afraid of him more than anything. She lies completely petrified under his command, her lips quivering while his hands corner both her sides.

Her breathing hastens, the intense rhythm of her heartbeat undergoes an irregular count, hammering quicker than the lightning bolt as his hand slithers toward her body, searching smoothly for the seam of her dress.

She has done too much inconvenience for the past days, and he's afraid that one leads to many.

"This happens when you talk to me badly all the damn time," he breathes against her face, only a few inches away.

In that split second before his touch, every nerve in her body and brain is electrified. It's the anticipation of being together in a way that's more than words, in a way that's so completely tangible.

His lips brush against hers in a teasing manner, his hot breath tickling her skin softly. Not innocently, like a tease but hot, fiery, passionate and demanding.

She wants to pull away before she loses herself, but her brain seems to be disconnected with her actions. In this minty moment, her senses have been seduced, and she can no longer think straight.

"Yura," he purrs into her ear slowly, prolonging each letter as if to savor them.

She smiles faintly, her heart fluttering at his voice. Never before has her name rolled off of a person's mouth in such a sensational voice.

There's a tension between the duo that is just begging to burst. All of their teasing and provocations through text, or more likely through pictures, have made both of them this way.

"I've been waiting for so long," he breathes, leaning further into her, if that's even possible, considering their close proximity.

Her heart is hammering against her chest, making it harder for her to breathe.

He leans down, nearing himself to her neck, slowly, very slowly. His breath is fanning her neck area, then he tenderly brushes his lips against it, burning as they make contact with her neck.

Her eyelids flutter shut, craving more for his touch. Her hand runs through his hair and down to his neck, as the needed kisses become harder and more urgent. Another hand slides around her waist and pulls her close to his pine scented body.

He knows that once he kisses her neck, her resistance will crumble. After just a few delicate touches of his warm lips, her hands will start to do its bidding.

As he kisses her neck, a wave of pure pleasure runs through his entire body. Her scent is intoxicating, beautifully venomous to him.

"I won't let you experience the same pain you felt and went through as you were together with him," he promises quietly.

Jeongguk adds in a whisper, "The only pain you'll be feeling is in your legs."

Her hands fall down his back as her head swims, all previous thoughts stopping in their tracks. Now, there is only one desire, one wish, and both of them know that it's just a matter of time before it happens.

He nears his face to hers again, looking down at her lips in pure lust and desire with a small, subtle smirk.

The next thing she knows, his delicate and warm lips connect with hers, nearly knocking all wind from her lungs.

Epiphany and elation percolate into their veins and soon the entire system as he continues to press his lips more impenetrably and rougher onto her lips.

His insistent mouth is parting her trembling lips, sending wild tremors along her nerves, inflicting sensations she has never known she is capable of feeling.

Then, she kisses him back, the kiss getting deeper, deeper than all the galaxies in the universe.

Their lips move together like two dancers sashaying through a melody.

Her vanilla lips imprinting themselves on his like a footprint in the snow, forging a sense of exoticism and roguery.

The tender touch they share makes the room around them disappear. There isn't anything else in the world except the burning flame of their lust.

Something about this feeling makes Yura feel like everything will be okay.

They lock eyes for just a moment, just enough for them to feel safe with one another.

Then he's all business, undoing her dress, pulling them off, kissing from her neck downward, slowly, his hands on her legs, always just a little lower than the kisses.

She feels her back arch in anticipation, knowing where his fingers will soon reach. Her head rocks back against the pillow as he does, the first lust-filled sound escaping her lips.

Yura feels the electricity in her skin, hormones shutting down of her higher brain and the rise of her animal self.

From there on in it is all passion, intense, intoxicating. It is her release, her escape.

Not that she's easy, she knows well enough to avoid letting a man lay his hands on her. Yet with chemistry, with lust, too many of her switches are flicked for a reverse gear to be possible.

If she's smitten all she can do is go along for the ride and pray her instincts are right.

Jeongguk pulls away, breathing heavily as he unbuttons his shirt, throwing it on the floor as he does the same to his trousers.

He swallows the huge lump in his throat, bending down again with a heavy exhale.

One hand curiously roams over her body in patterns, exploring her soft skin while his other hand is settled on her neck where many marks are already left.

Her lips slant themselves back on his as her nails dig into his shoulders, clinging onto his heated body.

Their naked skin is moving softly together, like the finest of silk. She feels him enter from below moving fast, their tongues entwined in a kiss, and then he's inside, changing her breathing with every thrust, hearing her moans timed to his body.

His tongue slides against her bottom lip before biting it gently, growing harder by the noises that escape her mouth, him enjoying her vulnerable and submissive state.

Pulling his hair, more moans leave her lips as he growls into her mouth. She whimpers as her skin starts to get more sensitive.

He still keeps on pressing himself against the place where she finds the most pleasure, chuckling dryly, his voice causing her lust to blossom even more.

His hand comes up to her bra and doesn't attempt to undo the strap. He grabs the middle and yanks.

She hears the fabric rip and gasps at what he just did. "Shh," he hushes, bringing his lips back up to meet hers.

That night isn't like any other nights. He takes all of her, savors every moment.

"Just your scent sends me into a heady trance," he mumbles against her skin, moving his body faster as a few soft noises escape himself.

As he notices that she's slowly about to completely break, he chuckles dryly; a teasing sound.

He suddenly stops, kissing the area between her neck and collar bone, sucking on it. "I'm gonna drive you crazy, then stop, then do it all over again until you beg me to finish this."

"Even then, I won't. I'm just gonna do every naughty thing to you until your mind and body explode."

The difference between sex and love
is that sex relieves tension and
love causes it.