[2] Mr. Tycoon's Woman || PJ&RP ✔️

Chapter 345: This Was Only The Beginning ⚠️

WARNING: MATURE CONTENTS ATTEND THAT ARE NOT SUITABLE FOR 18 AND UNDER. There will not be any major plots being mentioned and this chapter can be skipped if you are not comfortable with M-rated content. Please read at your discretion.

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Not wanting to trespass her boundaries, he began to detach himself from her, rising to his full height. Suddenly, she grabbed his arm and said, "I'm ready."

His eyes uncontrollably darkened. He retraced back to her and cupped the back of her neck, lightly brushing his lips against hers. She groaned in annoyance at his teasing and made the first move in their kiss. She thought she was going to lead it until he pushed her onto the bed and kissed her firmly. He propped himself up with one muscular arm and deepened their kiss. Slowly, he lowered himself on top of her until their chests pressed against each other. She was trapped.

Every time they kissed, Rosè Yang would lose herself. She could never bring herself to resist his intoxicating lips. Her hands glided up his chest hesitantly, whilst her mouth mimicked his actions.

He grunted in approval. The hand behind her neck traveled down to her hips where he squeezed it, causing her to let out a sharp gasp. His tongue shoved into her mouth. She whimpered at the invasion and the sensation of their tongues colliding. She clenched the muscles she didn't know she had. Her hands found themselves sliding up his back, hugging him.

Then he pulled back.

She let out a cry at his loss, one that fanned his member a little too much.

"Are you sure?" His voice was huskier and deeper than she last remembered. There it was again. Something pressing against her thigh, so close to her female parts.

Rosè Yang stared deeply into his eyes, her heart racing. Her breathing was labored, just like his. She wondered how one could have eyes dark as midnight. She could see her reflection in his eyes. Tenderly, she reached her hand up and touched his face. He brought his hands over hers and leaned his face into her palm.

Butterflies, or was it dragons at this point, fluttered in her stomach. She was nervous about the outcome, but she was very certain that she was ready. She gave a small nod of her head.

"My love, express it through words." Park Jimin kissed her palm like it was her lips. She thought that was the end of it until he began to trail kisses down her slender wrist, teasingly, while maintaining eye contact with her. She could feel her toes curl when she stared him in the eyes. Lust. Adoration. Desire. So many things could be used to describe his raven eyes.

"I'm sure."

Slowly, he helped her out of the dress. Once the zippers were fully undone, the gown slid onto the floor in a crumpled mess. "It's going to be wrinkled." She mumbled when he bent down and kissed her shoulders.

"I'll get you as many couture gowns as you'd like." He slowly lowered her back onto the bed.

Rosè Yang felt like she was melting when he kissed her most sensitive spot, suckling on the area. She let out a cry when he bit down without warning and soothed the area with his warm tongue. She held her breath when he began to kiss lower and lower until he was a breath away from her bra.

Park Jimin raised his eyes to look at her while he slipped off the bras of her breast. He waited for any noise of protest before reaching a hand behind and unclasping her bra. He tossed it aside and never once did he break eye contact. "Are you sure?" He asked again, unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it aside.

Rosè Yang's eyes flickered to the rigid lines on his abdomen, forming a solid eight pack. Her eyes wandered lower until she saw the prominent v-line. When she looked lower, her entire face inflamed. There was a large tent.