“What are you doing?” he hissed.
“Disrobing.” I discarded my underwear, carelessly throwing my panties and bra over my pile of clothes so that I was standing bare in front of my husband. I spun around to face him.
His body tensed, eyes raking over my chest and then the juncture of my thighs. “Why?” he questioned hoarsely.
My nipples puckered at his attention. “Because I want to get in the water. Do you want to join me?”
“Y/n,” he warned.
My lips curled. “You hate me, right?”
His fists clenched in a silent response. The tension between us was palpable.
Quirking up an eyebrow, I gestured toward him. “You’re hard.”
“For fuck’s sake,” he swore.
I smiled before turning around and walking into the pool of water. It was neither too cold nor too hot. Just the perfect temperature. I made sure to stay by the edge, where my feet were still touching the rocks below the surface.
I kept my back to Jungkook as I waded through the soothing water. A few seconds later, I heard a splash and then…
Fingers circled my hips and he tugged me into his body. His wet, naked body. My back was plastered against his front, his hardness digging into the curve of my ass.
“You’re so maddening,” he rasped in my ear. “I don’t know what to do with you.”
“The feeling is mutual,” I breathed when his lips brushed over the pulse in my throat.
“Why are you doing this, Y/n?” The raw pain in his voice made me pause and my smile slid away.
I let my head fall back against his shoulders, leaning my weight into him. “I don’t want to hurt you, Jungkook.”
“But you are.”
“Tell me how to fix it then.”
“You crashed into my life like a hurricane and you promised me forever.
But you stole that forever from us,” he accused, his voice cracking at the end.
“Tell me how to fix it,” I repeated, more urgently now. His body was warm against mine in the cool water and I didn’t want to ruin this moment. I wanted it to last longer. The last time we had been this physically intimate was the night of the masquerade ball and I had been craving more of that intimacy since then.
His hands tightened on my hips and his chest rattled with a sound, a mix of frustration and agony. “Don’t make me fall in love with you again.”
“I can’t promise that,” I whispered. “Because it doesn’t matter how hard I try, I can’t take you out of my heart. You’re so deep under my skin that you’ve burrowed yourself into a corner of my soul, Jungkook.”
Almost like my words had snapped the last of his self-control, Jungkook let out a low snarl. His arm circled around my waist and he dragged me deeper into the water. I gasped, before going limp in his embrace.
Trust. That was exactly what we lacked in our marriage.
So I gave him the fragile piece of my heart. I trusted him, yet again.
Jungkook pulled us under the waterfall and I spluttered, but then he was pushing up against the rocks. I blinked, letting the droplets of water fall from my lashes before my blurry vision cleared. When I looked around, trying to make sense of our surroundings, I realized that Jungkook had dragged us behind the waterfall, though our bodies were still submerged in the water.
“You’re a wicked woman,” he said huskily. “A good liar, a pretty manipulator, and a deceiving wife. Congratulations, Mrs. Jeon. You should win an Oscar. What a flawless act that was.”
I curled my arms around his neck and it was almost like our bodies were in sync, refusing to listen to our brains. His hands cupped my ass, lifting me, and I instinctively wrapped my thighs around his hips.
Our bodies collided together, chest to chest. Hips to hips. My tight nipples rubbed against his chest and I swallowed my needy moan.
Gooseflesh peppered my skin and I shuddered when the tip of his erection brushed against my opening. His hips bucked upward, rubbing the length of his hardness against my oversensitive clit.
“My love is true,” I breathed shakily. “It always has been. Believe me, Jungk–”
I broke off with a gasp when Jungkook shoved inside me, one punishing thrust. It stole my breath from my lungs and I clung to him, my lips parted with a silent cry.
His shaft jerked inside me and I pulsated, clenching around his length.
Almost desperately. Like I wanted to keep him inside my body. Locked together.
Our hearts thudded to the same harmony.
His jaw was tight, his brow furrowed and his eyes pitch-black. Tension rolled through his shoulders when he pulled out, almost all the way, before thrusting back inside with the same brutal pace as before.
I cried out and my inner walls spasmed as he seated himself fully inside my pussy, buried to the hilt. “You.” Thrust. “Drive. Thrust. “Me.” Thrust.
“Absolutely.” Thrust. “Insane.”
“Do you hate me?” I whimpered. “Yes,” he snarled.
“Hate is better than nothing,” I cried out as Jungkook pounded inside me like a madman. His hips jerked against mine as he found a savage and painful rhythm. My eyes rolling back into my head.
The water sloshed around us as my husband fucked me against the rocks of the waterfall. My back was scratched raw and burning, but I couldn’t find myself to care.
The pain became pleasure and I found solace in it. This was hate and love colliding together. Nothing about it was beautiful or romantic.
It was simply one dirty fuck to rid us of three years of sexual tension. An intense need for a quick rutting. It was filthy and desperate.
My climax rolled through my body unexpectedly, fast and hard. I shuddered and cried out his name, my core squeezing his dick.
“Oh fuck,” he swore, a guttural groan spilling from his lips. “Y/n.” Jungkook plunged hard inside, stretching me with every thick inch of him.
One last brutal thrust and he stayed there, his length jerking inside me. Filling me with his seed.
His forehead touched mine, as our chests heaved, and we both struggled to breathe. Jungkook’s eyes were squeezed shut.
A few short seconds later, he untangled himself from me. My thighs clenched, my sex equally sore and hypersensitive from our recent fucking.
Without a word, Jungkook gathered me in his arms and waded through the water. He carried me out to where our pile of clothes laid on the rocks.
“Let’s go, Princess,” he muttered, his voice deep and hoarse. “You’ve done enough damage for today and you’re not fully healed yet.”
I swallowed past the lump in my throat and quickly got dressed, my clothes sticking to my wet body. Jungkook did the same before we both mounted our horses. The tension was heavy between us, but I didn’t dare say something to ruin this moment.