"...you hold all my secrets and you are the one thing that can destroy me if you choose to." -Kim Seokjin
He spent his entire life doing what he was told to uphold the family name, but when one decision could make a lasting impression on his reputa...
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Taehyung drove, and I sat in silence. We didn't so much look at each other, but I glanced at him a few times. His eyes remained focused on the road and I didn't want to interrupt him. I wasn't sure of our destination, but it didn't seem to be his place or mine. Wherever we go, I wouldn't leave him until he was okay.
After a few minutes, we arrived at the Four Seasons in Jongno-gu. Taehyung needed to get away and I don't blame him, but being in a hotel room with Taehyung sparked an onset of feelings, making me unsure if I would be strong enough to control.
Taehyung parked and got out of the car. Still not speaking, he closed the door behind me as I exited. I waited for him to take the lead and followed him into the hotel. I stood behind him as he approached the front desk, eyes wandering over the scenery of the exquisite hotel. My hands drifted up and down my arms as chills ran through me. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, taking in the quietness of the hotel lobby, hoping it would calm my beating heart.
"Ready?" Taehyung called to me. I opened my eyes, noticing the emotionless glare in his, deciphering a double meaning in his question. I nodded and follow him.
Taehyung and I ended up on the third floor as we exited the elevator. He led us to our room and opened the door. Taehyung entered first, and I followed behind. He flipped the switch, illuminating only part of the room. Before I could assess the surrounding of where we were staying, the quivering breath tickling my lips swept away in a fervent kiss. My back pressed against the door and my hands roamed up to Taehyung's hair, tugging it gently. I wasn't expecting this, and I knew it was going to lead us down a path either of us was too emotional to deter from.
His slender hands pressed firmly against my waist as our lips swayed. There were few times in my life I've had the pleasure of indulging in a kiss, and I have to say, he's one of the best. However, this kiss was different. It was hungry, passionate. An amorous tension of hurt and anguish-we both needed a remedy for it.
The good doctor's lips trickled from mine and crawled to the nape of my neck, slurring kisses to it. I moaned from the bliss of his lips while my core throbbed for attention. Part of me fell guilty for wanting this, but I couldn't care. I wanted Taehyung-judging from the way he hardened against me, he wanted me to.
I swayed against him, whining from the friction of my core against my clothes. My body begged for him to touch me and he knew it, but continued to tease me as his hand crawled its way to my aching breast. The soreness of the pregnancy and the desire of his touch made them ache more. I teared on the anticipation.
Still silent, Taehyung lifted me onto his waist. My legs wrapped around him while leaning in, kissing him with a zealous fire. He eased me down on the bed as the echo of my shoes dropping on the floor reverberated in our space. His hands crawled up my dress, pulling my panties down my legs as my thighs clenched to relieve the ache. Taehyung's hand separated them before pressing his fingers against me. I let out a sharp breath. One other person has only touched me like this who, at this moment, has ceased to exist. After the turmoil at the party, I'm not sure how I could even face Seokjin.
Taehyung's fingers stroked me, massaging and teasing. My body was a surge of lighting, ready to implode, and the second he slipped a finger inside me, I did just that. A touch. I came from just the touch of him and, if this is any indication of anything further, I was in for a tumultuous night.
It wasn't long before our clothes decorated the floor of the hotel room and our skins met for the first time. I allowed Taehyung to take the lead and feed his desires. His strokes were slow. Mind blowing. Feeling so good inside me, a flow of tears fell from my eyes from the ecstasy of our passion. He hadn't uttered one word other than the occasional whimper from his lips. His silence worried me. I wish I knew what he was thinking. I wish he would express to me how he felt about what happened. He's hurting and so am I.
Taehyung rolled over and allowed me to straddle him. He sat up, not missing a beat from his rhythm, and edging me further toward my climax. In the shadows, I noticed a slight cut above his eye. My heart raced from this. Taehyung noticed my stare and nudged me to look at him. He held tight to me, hands gripping my waist as my grind grew faster against him. "Taehyung," I murmured his name as I grasped him. My erect nipples brushed against him, a painful pleasure tantalizing the way he felt inside me. I reached the cliff and took Taehyung with me.
The groans mixed with swears coming from his lips were the most vocal he's been. His fingertips slipped against my damp skin as he fought to hold on. He throbbed within me and I welcomed his release inside my aching walls, clenching against him. He let out a satisfied groan, hugging me close to him while he attempted to catch his breath. I sensed this was only the beginning of our night.
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