“We’re going to have to tell him, Reina.” Jungkook’s voice was smooth velvet. I had no idea why he kept calling me reina, but I secretly loved it. Though I'd be a pissed off reina if he called every woman that. I might get a complex and I’d insist he called me by my first name when we have sex.
I froze at that thought. Had I already decided we’d have sex? No, I couldn’t be that reckless. Except I thought when not if we’d have sex.
End of Y/n pov.
Jungkook pov:
Y/n’s body stiffened next to me while I fought the urge to drag my bride up to my bedroom and indulge myself in her body. She looked beautiful in her wedding dress. Silvery and white. She looked exquisite. Her blonde hair was in a braided bun, sunrays giving her a halo look, and she barely had any make-up on. And still, she was the most beautiful woman I had seen.
Her mouth was swollen from my kiss and she had the look of a woman who had been freshly fucked. And damn if it didn’t make my cock rock-hard the way her body felt in my arms. Pliant and soft.
Yet, right now she watched me with disdain. As if she was horrified with herself. It was enough to sour my mood. It annoyed the hell out of me that I even cared.