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AUTHOR'S POV
Her lips parted under his, and the soft, needy sound she made drove him wild. His tongue brushed against hers, and he groaned low in his chest, the sound vibrating through her and making her shiver.
He tilted her head back, his lips moving with a frantic, desperate rhythm that left them both breathless.
"Sweetheart..." He barely managed to say her name between kisses, his voice rough and full of longing.
Her hands slid up his chest and around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging slightly, and he hissed against her lips, the sharp pull sending a jolt of electricity down his spine.
Neither of them knew how long it had been-seconds, minutes? Time ceased to exist as the kiss deepened, each touch and movement more desperate than the last. The hunger was unbearable, consuming them both in a whirlwind of need.
Jungkook pulled back for the briefest moment, his forehead pressed to hers, their ragged breaths mingling in the charged air between them.
Her swollen lips parted as though to say something, but before she could, he captured her mouth again, more fiercely this time.
The warmth of his body pressing against hers felt like an electric shock. His hands gripped her tightly, pulling her closer as her legs instinctively wrapped around his hips, drawing him even deeper into her.
Her gasp was muffled by his lips, her body arching against him as though trying to mold herself to him entirely. The kiss was intoxicating, overwhelming-an endless push and pull that neither of them wanted to escape from.
"Damn it, sweetheart," he muttered against her lips, his voice heavy with frustration and desire. His hands slid up her sides, one stopping at her jaw to tilt her face closer, the other gripping her hip so tightly she was sure it would leave a mark.
"You're a mess already," he murmured against her lips, his voice smug and dangerously low.
His hands shifted to cradle her face, his thumbs brushing over her cheekbones in a way that made her shiver. "And I haven't even kissed you properly."
"Jungkook..." Her voice was a trembling whisper, barely audible, as her fingers fisted in his shirt, desperate for something to anchor her.
"You keep saying my name like that," he teased, his lips trailing down to the corner of her mouth, brushing just enough to make her gasp but never enough to satisfy. "Do you have any idea what it does to me?"
He kissed her again, slower this time, savoring the taste of her like it was something he couldn't live without.the world seemed to tilt off its axis.
It wasn't just a kiss-it was chaos, an unspoken surrender to the storm brewing between them.
