"I can't believe you lied to me!" Her voice quivered with hurt, and tears streamed down her face. She looked down, trying to contain the storm of emotions within her. "I trusted you."
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As I prepared for bed, a sudden knock on my door startled me. Hastily throwing on a robe, I made my way to answer it, finding Taehyung waiting outside. Before I could utter a word, he pulled me into a tight embrace. In that moment, enveloped in his arms, I breathed in his intoxicating scent—a blend of musk and smoke—that never failed to comfort me. Standing there, I couldn't help but feel small compared to him, his towering height of six inches above me making me feel delicate and protected in his embrace.
I gently rubbed his back, concern etched on my face. "Is everything okay, Tae?" I inquired softly. He shook his head, his hands still resting on my waist as he pulled back slightly to meet my gaze. "I just missed you," he confessed, sincerity reflecting in his eyes. I couldn't help but smile at his admission. "We met at lunch," I reminded him with a playful tone, my hand resting gently on his cheek.
He chuckled softly, a faint blush gracing his cheeks as he admitted, "I know." His thumb continued to trace soothing circles on my waist as he sheepishly confessed, "But I missed you even then." His words filled me with warmth.
"Can I stay here for the night? I want to be with you tonight," he asked, his hand gently caressing my hair. "Of course you ca-" Before I could respond, he leaned in and captured my lips in a passionate kiss, overwhelming me with the intensity of his desire. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I welcomed him inside, feeling the weight of his desperation in the way he pressed me against the door.
Our kiss was different this time, imbued with a sense of urgency and fear that I couldn't quite place. As our lips moved together in a fervent embrace, I realised that beneath the surface of our passion lay a newfound emotion—a fear of losing each other that only served to deepen our connection.
His kiss was filled with passion, each movement slow and deliberate as if savoring every moment. When he finally pulled away, a soft intensity lingered in his gaze. Then, with a tenderness that took my breath away, he sank to his knees before me.
"You deserve to be worshipped, sweetheart," he murmured, his fingers deftly undoing the belt of my white silk robe. As the fabric fell away, revealing me in a delicate white nightgown, I felt a rush of vulnerability mixed with desire, knowing that in this moment, I was truly cherished.
"May I?" His question, though familiar, carried a reverence that never failed to stir something within me. With a nod, I granted him permission, my heart racing in anticipation as he began to explore my body with a tenderness that left me breathless.
Slowly, he kissed his way along my inner thighs, his touch sending shivers of anticipation coursing through me. As he eased my dress from my body, revealing me in nothing but a white thong, I felt a surge of vulnerability mingled with desire.
Gently, he set aside the thong, exposing my wet folds to his hungry gaze. With a soft, deliberate lick, he sent a wave of pleasure coursing through my body, igniting a fire that burned hotter with each passing moment.
