He was up from his chair and around the table, his big hand around my wrist in the fraction of a second. He spun me around and bent me over his desk.
I tried to fight him off, but it was fruitless. His chest pressed against my back, my breaths filled the room and to my horror, I was aroused which pissed me off even more.
“Jeon was my father.” His mouth brushed against my ear, and his hot breath warmed my skin. “I’m Jungkook. Your husband. Your beloved. Your cariño. Take your pick.”
“My diablo,” I panted and I felt his body tense against me. Damn him and this languid sensation that pulled on my muscles.
He pressed his lips against my ear, while his other hand came around my waist. “Your diablo.”
Oh Gad. What was happening to me? I was turned on unlike ever before. Confusion battled within me, and when his mouth nipped my neck, a visible shudder rolled through my body. He inhaled and then made a low sound of satisfaction. The vibration of the sound thrummed between my legs, making me painfully aware of every inch of him.
“Mi reina,” he rasped as his grip on my waist tightened. He pressed his front to my back, our bodies were flush with one another, and his erection pressed against the curve of my ass.
Sparks lit beneath my skin, sizzling the blood in my veins and I found it hard to breathe. My heart beat so hard, in rhythm with the throbbing between my legs. In anticipation.
Goddamn him, I wanted him. Now.
My body went against my explicit order and moved, my butt grinding against him.
“Don’t start something you won’t finish, Reina,” he gritted and I could have fucking gotten off on only the sound of his voice and the restraint I felt vibrating through his every muscle.
I turned around and met his gaze. Blue. Devilish.
“I intend to finish,” I rasped. “Do you want to finish?”
My breathing labored, my heart pounded in my chest so hard, it made it hard to breathe. Or think. All I felt was the desire for him pooling between my legs and demanding to be relieved. I stood so close to him, his knees were practically brushing against my skin.
I closed the distance between us, and urged him to take a step backwards. One step. Two steps. And his legs were pressed against the couch. Like the true devil he was, he sat down, his knees wide open, welcoming me.
So I stepped between them.
Every inch of my body burned, only for him. My skin tingled, alternating between burning and goosebumps. This must be what addiction for the devil felt like - so good, but so bad for you. And still I refused to stop.
My body screamed for him, each cell in me demanding I get my relief. Maybe I waited too long, years of not feeling anything crashing down. Or maybe I have been waiting for this man and my body recognized him before my mind did. I just knew I needed him, all consequences be damned.
This man, my husband, was igniting it.
The taste of him became my necessity.
My lips parted and Jungkook’s eyes lowered to them, the fire in them matching the one flaming within me.
He didn’t move. He sat there, waiting, his hands seemingly relaxed but there was so much intensity rolling off of him. As if he wanted to give me the choice. But there was none, because I was scared I’d burn out like a candle without him. I wanted his touch to keep burning.
He said he wanted my everything - to have my body and my soul - but then the Devil would demand a soul, wouldn’t he? Except part of me wanted to go to sleep and wake up with his body next to mine.
I wanted to give him my all and overcome the invisible chains that held me back.
I reached for the hem of my dress and pulled it over my head, letting it fall soundlessly onto the carpet. My nipples tightened, tingling in expectation. Heat pulsed between my thighs, wanting to feel him there.
My bra and panties followed, and all the while he watched me with that heavy-lidded gaze.
My skin burned as I stood there, naked and breathless.
He leaned forward, lifted my breast to his mouth and bit down. Hard.
I yelped. “That’s for barging into my office.” Then he licked the sting and sucked, tugging on it gently and my head fell back with a moan.
He cupped me between my legs, sliding two fingers inside of me. “And this is my reward.”
I needed him.
Like the sun needed the moon to balance the night against the day. His touch ignited me and calmed me. Now that I was so close to him, breathing in his scent, feeling his eyes consume me so effortlessly, my heart was stuck in my throat. I wanted him so much. I knew I’d fallen too deep into this supposed sham of a marriage.
From the moment I met him, I knew he’d light the match to my body and I’d disintegrate into dust without him. It happened each time he touched me.
I brushed a hand across his neck and into his thick dark hair. His calloused hands came to my thighs in a light touch and skimmed up my flesh, leaving a trail of sparks in its path. His fingers grew firm, gripping the flesh of my ass sending the unbearable ache between my legs.
My fingers curled in his hair, the hot, slick need for him making me lose all my senses.
“Jungkook-” his name escaped my lips on a sigh.
This need was so foreign and warning signs should have been flaring in my mind. But they weren’t. My mind was tricked by my body, whispering that I had been waiting for him. He was mine and I was his.
At least for now.
My eyes closed with the intensity of how right that felt. To be his and to claim him for mine. His hands came back between my thighs and without warning, his one finger pushed inside me.
“Fuck,” he rasped in a rough voice. His voice ran down my spine. This man was everything. Love, lust, and happiness. The thought rang in the furthest corner of my mind, but it was drowned out as his mouth latched onto my breast again as he dragged his teeth across my nipple. All the while his finger fucked me slowly, in and out.
My head fell back and my hands came up to his neck, holding on to him like my own rock. He kept moving his finger, the pressure building between my legs till it was too much and I was scared I’d disintegrate into ashes.
I swayed into him, uncaring if I burned out. It wouldn’t be such a bad way to go, with his mouth on me and his touch branding my skin.
“So fucking wet,” he growled. Two fingers slid deep inside me, and my head fell back with a moan.
“Oh my God,” I panted. The pressure built; I was so close as he fingered me hard and fast. Over and over. My skin was so hot and a fire burned in my lower belly, creating a blaze that only he could feed.
His mouth worshiped my breast; his tongue and teeth alternated between nipping and kissing. His fingers slipped in and out of me, brushing against my clit, building the pressure. I hadn’t realized that I was lowering myself onto his lap, grinding against him, desperate for release, until I had done it.
Until I had burst into flames, white lights shooting behind my eyelids and a shudder fluttered through my body, languid heat spreading through every inch of my blood.
His lips nibbled on my earlobe and his deep, raspy voice rumbled through me. “Mine. Forever.”
His claim should have brought me back to Earth, but instead had me floating higher into space. My heart beat hard against my ribcage. I opened my eyes and met his burning blue flames. I hadn’t realized my legs had given out leaving me sitting on his thigh.
“I want more,” I breathed, reaching for the zipper of his pants. My fingers fumbled with it, eager for more of that height. A dark chuckle sounded from his lips. I didn’t care. He helped discard his pants, and I reached for his shirt, my fingers shaking. God, I was eager to get another glimpse of his glorious chest.
Once his clothes joined mine on the floor, my eyes took him in. Nobody, and I mean nobody, had better abs than Jungkook.
And those tattoos on his chest and his arms, covering his golden skin tempted me from the moment I’d met him.
“Stand up,” he rasped, a hard demand in his voice. He jerked me upwards, spread my legs and pulled me close. My pussy was next to his face. I braced myself with a hand on his shoulder, his hands digging into my butt and his face buried in my pussy. Fire ignited like a volcano, his mouth sucked and licked, nipping at my clit. My skin seared with need. My nails dug into his shoulder and I rolled my hips against his mouth. He was killing me, stealing my breath - and sanity. And I couldn’t have been happier about it.
Before the release shot through me, he grabbed my hips, slid me onto his lap and slammed inside of me.
A choked cry escaped me. He stilled, his eyes darkening and burning hot. I was still tender and sore.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured softly. His hands gentled on me. He leaned forward and took my lips with reverence, kissing me. Capturing my top lip between his, my body relaxed with each gentle kiss and touch he gave me. He leaned in and ran his lips down the length of my throat, trailing kisses that would brand me as his for the rest of my life.
“I’ll give you everything,” he rasped a promise I knew he would keep. His scruff brushed my soft skin, his teeth nipping at my collarbone. I sighed, my hands roamed his body. I wanted to feel every muscle, know every inch of him. His touch on me was hungry, urgent, and it fed the flames within me. I never wanted them extinguished.
I rolled my hips, slow and easy at first. The soreness was there but the fire and need for him was greater. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and buried my face into his neck, inhaling deeply. He smelled like home, safety, Aguardiente and desire wrapped all in one.
A shiver ran through me, the heat sparking as I ground my clit against his pelvis. His hands roamed down my back, his hard palms scraping against my soft skin. They paused at my ass and his fingers dug into it, pulling me harder against him. He was deep inside me and with each roll of my hips against him, my moans became breathier, louder. I rose an inch and then slid back down, moving up and down against his shaft.
His hands took control and started moving me up and down. I wanted to give him everything too. He took my mouth with his, capturing my next moan. He fucked me, guiding my body up and down over him and hot pressure began to build. My breaths were heavy, my chest ready to explode.
“Fuck, Reina,” he groaned. He lowered his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth, and with each thrust inside me, his teeth pulled on the sensitive buds.
“Oh, God,” I moaned. “Oh, God. Oh, God. Please.“
His fingers dug into my hips and he thrust again. Hard. And again. He took my lips in a hard kiss, bit into my lower lip and my body exploded as the pressure burst into a million stars. His body tensed, he pressed his face against my throat, let out a groan, then bit my neck as he found his release.
This was heaven. Or the most delicious hell.
We sat, both of us breathing frantically, my skin hot against his. Chest to chest and heartbeat to heartbeat.
Together.
Everything about this man soaked into the essence of my being and molded me. Changed me. Or maybe I had been waiting for him all along. I just didn’t know. I could have cared even less at this moment.
The only thing I knew was that parts of me that had always been a little broken healed around him.
My hands rested on his chest, this craving, a need, pulling me deeper into the pits of hell. His hell and I couldn’t find the strength to give a damn.