Ecstacy of Love (vsoo)

20. I miss you, don't you miss me.

Edited

Taehyung’s pov

We galloped our way towards Bangtan Palace, the wind in our faces and the sound of hooves echoing in my ears.

I was on cloud nine, completely overwhelmed with a sense of joy and disbelief. I never imagined I'd find her again -thought I had lost her, that my hope was gone. But here we were, together again. It was almost as if my love for her had been the force that kept me grounded, that kept me from falling apart when I thought I'd lost her for good.

I hugged her tightly as she struggled to pull away from me. She sat in front of me on my horse, but there was no escaping my hold. She was far too weak against my strength.

"Let me go... I'm not interested in serving you," she said in a firm voice, glaring at me, but the look only made me smile. As if her cuteness would intimidate me.

I chuckled softly, marveling at how she hadn't changed at all. She was still the same, still so cute when she was angry. Her cheeks puffed up like a pufferfish, and they were as red as a tomato.

"You haven't changed at all. Still the same, my cute girl," I whispered in a deep, seductive tone, leaning closer to her neck.

I placed feathery kisses along her nape, trailing them down her exposed back. My right hand moved to the corner of her veil, ready to pull it away.

"Why do you need to hide such a beautiful face, my lady?" I asked gently, removing the veil from her lower face and tossing it aside, savoring the sweet scent of her hair and skin.

My Jichu.

I kissed her exposed back, and my sanity seemed to slip away. The sloppy, wet kisses made her tremble, her body going crazy as she bit her lower lip, trying to stifle the sound of pleasure she was desperately holding in.

I smirked, loosening the knots of her upper garment, which caught her by surprise.

"W-what are y-you doing?" she stammered, trying to ask in a bold tone, but I could see the tension building inside her, how she was losing control under my touch.

My fingers traced random patterns on her back, sending waves of heat through my veins.

"I miss you," I said, my voice calm, but there was a definite edge to it as I pulled her closer, my chest pressing against hers, leaving no space between us. "Don't you miss me?"

Her chest heaved with every breath she took, her cheeks flushed a dangerous shade of pink. It was tempting-too tempting-and I wanted nothing more than to kiss her senseless, to lose myself in her.

She turned her face away, embarrassed by the way I was smirking at her, unable to hide the way my words and actions were making her blush.

I could tell she was confused by my attitude. She must have expected anger or frustration from me-after all, she escaped from the cell, from punishment, and here I was, holding her like this. But I wasn't angry. No, how could I be?

If she hadn't escaped, I wouldn't have this moment. If she hadn't run away, we wouldn't be like this now. She had freed herself, and in doing so, she had freed me too. I wasn't angry.

Instead, I should be apologizing.

I chuckled softly, watching as her annoyance only grew. I kissed her cheek and wiggled my eyebrows in a playful manner.

I loved teasing her-it was one of my favorite things.

"Should I get angry at you?" I asked, my voice light and teasing. "Should I waste my time scolding you, asking how you managed to escape? I have all the time in the world for that, but not right now. Right now, I want only you."