I Don't Understand But I Luv U - Kim Mingyu FF 💎

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The sleek car pulled up in front of a majestic, palace-like modern structure, capturing Yn's awe. "Wow, what is this place?" she inquired, prompting Ricky to chuckle. "Oh, you haven't seen the best part yet," he replied, parking the car. With a gallant gesture, he opened her door, taking her hand. However, Yn's dizziness made walking a challenge, and in response, Ricky scooped her up in a bridal style, eliciting a delighted giggle.

They approached a stunning fountain bathed in lights, where cascading water created a shimmering spectacle. Ricky then led her inside the building, revealing it to be his house. The grandeur continued as he guided her through the entrance, up a grand staircase, and into his bedroom.

The room was a blend of modern elegance and comforting warmth, dimly lit to create an intimate ambiance. Ricky directed her to the bed, his hands still intertwined with hers. "Lie down," he whispered, his voice husky. Yn, her heart racing, complied, the anticipation adding to the allure of the moment.

Feeling the heat building within her, Yn couldn't help but express, "Prince guy... I'm feeling hot." The words hung in the air, a testament to the heightened atmosphere of desire and passion that enveloped them in this modern fairy tale setting.

Ricky's chuckle resonated in the dimly lit room, creating a playful cadence.
"Yes, Princess, I can see that," he remarked, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he revealed his muscular chest and abs by shedding his shirt.

The temperature seemed to rise even more as Yn felt an unfamiliar heat surging within her.

In an attempt to cool down, she attempted to unhook her dress, but the dizziness and trembling hands betrayed her efforts.

Ricky, attuned to her struggle, approached with a gentle touch. Taking her hands in his, he skillfully unhooked her dress, letting it cascade to the floor.

Now clad only in her pale pink nipple pad and panties, Yn felt a vulnerability that heightened the intensity of the moment.

Ricky's gaze traced the contours of her body, lingering on her breasts covered by the delicate material.

Leaning in, he pressed kisses along her neck and shoulders, his hands cupping her breasts through...

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. The room pulsed with a magnetic energy.

Ricky, sensing a shift in the atmosphere, paused, his hesitation evident in the subtle change of his demeanor.

For a moment, he stood on the precipice of a decision, uncertainty etched on his face.

As he contemplated the unfolding scene, the room held a silent tension, and Yn's gaze met his, a vulnerable plea lingering in her eyes.

A low curse escaped Ricky's lips, revealing the internal conflict he grappled with. The charged silence lingered, punctuated only by the hushed breaths that betrayed the tension in the room.

In an effort to regain composure, Ricky took a deep breath, attempting to rein in the tumult of emotions.

His inner struggle played out in the lines of his furrowed brow and the subtle tension in his shoulders. With a determined resolve, he tried to establish a sense of control over the swirling currents of desire and uncertainty that engulfed the room.

Ricky, sensing the impact of the alcohol on the evening's proceedings, finally spoke with a gentle concern in his voice. "Princess, you are drunk." The words, laden with a mix of understanding and caution.

In the midst of the intoxicating haze, Yn's unrestrained hormones propelled her actions.

Her hand reached out, tenderly tracing Ricky's face, dangerously close to his lips. The words that followed were a whispered declaration, laden with desire, "I want this." In that charged moment, the room seemed to hold its breath.