Bound by Blood

Chapter 57- kisses and Kookie

YOONGI POV:

The moment my lips press to hers, there's nothing else except the sensation of her sweet lips under mine, the way she relaxes and sighs contentedly. My thumb rubs back and forth against her cheek, revelling in the completeness I now feel, before my hands slide to her waist to draw her closer. Kissing her feels like breathing in air; fresh and sweet, the need of her so essential and satisfying to my soul that I wonder how I managed to stay away. Her lips are soft and plush and my lips can't stop exploring them, slowly committing them to memory, burning the feel of them across my heart and soul. I kiss her slowly, leisurely- allowing myself to relish in the feeling, explore the dips and curve of them. My tongue slowly darts out, daring myself a taste as they slowly rove over them, dipping into her cupid's bow, roving over the fullness of them before slowly sliding down to daringly dip into where they meet, running slowly across them, enjoying the muffled whimper it coaxes out. I kiss and suck her bottom lip, teeth grazing against them in a barely there caress. But then her hands slide to cup around my neck and tug me closer slightly, the tip of her tongue darting out to graze against my own, teasing, tormenting. But with the wet hot feel of her tongue against mine, the control slowly begins to slip away and my own tongue roves desperately as I begin to kiss harder, deeper and when she mewls, mouth parting in a breathy gasp, my tongue delves in, sliding slowly and intimately around the inside of her hot, wet cavern, exploring it and tasting; coaxing her tongue to meet mine, to intertwine- a slow, languid battle for dominance, my hands tugging her closer, heads angled to deepen the kiss more. She sighs into my mouth, letting me control the movement, lips only parting wider to grant me deeper access. There's the feeling of exhilaration- light and airy as I kiss her, hold her- as if being with her is like reigniting an almost dying ember and letting it gain strength and power, burning brighter and brighter the more I feel her.

She pulls away, head thrown back as she gasps for breath, chest heaving and throat bobbing quickly- forcing the air into her lungs, the slender column of her neck exposed enticingly, lips glistening and now swollen. I lean forward, trailing my lips and tongue down the column of her neck feeling her shiver and shift as I slowly and gently press open-mouthed kisses to her skin, feel and hear her pulse pick up, her scent thick and overwhelming my nose. My nose brushes against her pulse point in a quick, brief caress as I kiss my way back up, draw her face towards mine and lean forward to press a kiss that scorches and sears across my body despite its chasteness.

I kiss those lips as if I need her presence to breathe, I kiss her slowly, treasuring her finally being with me.

And when I feel her head drop to lie against my shoulder- quick, shuddery gasps against my shoulder- I feel content and whole. It feels like my soul has finally come home, all those pieces filled and tethered to my mates. Holding her brings me this deeply rooted feeling of satisfaction, my instincts purring and growling with approval that this is how it's meant to be.

This is what I lived through centuries for.

(Y/N) POV:

I can only clutch at Yoongi and try not to drown under the crashing waves of completeness, warmth and want- the feeling of him slowly coaxing and guiding me towards him, soul pulling me towards him. Yoongi is the stable, unmoveable anchor in those choppy, torrent waters- the force holding me safely, keeping me from getting lost and flooded with those feelings. He kisses me softly, preciously as if I'm glass and pushing too hard will make me shatter. He holds me as if I'm precious and fragile, someone to be cradled in his protective embrace, where I'll gladly spend the rest of my days. Yoongi is a mixture of soft and sweet and teasing- a game where he holds the cards and reels me in over and over, further into him, into that safe space he has created within him for me to nestle into. He's the air that fills my lungs and brushes against me in sweet gentle caresses.