Jungkook glanced up my bare body as I straddled him. “Feeling bold today, wife?” His voice was deep and warm, like sweet molasses and melted chocolate.
“You like me bold,” I said, tossing my hair over my shoulders.
His eyes gleamed devilishly. “Arrogance suits you.”
“I am a Jeon now.” His approval of my boldness was evident in his arousal. His erection dug in the curve of my ass as I lowered myself over his thighs. “Bold and arrogant seem like Jeon traits I had to become familiar with.”
Jungkook threw his phone on the nightstand, finally giving me his undivided attention. He crossed his arms behind his head and gave me a lazy look. “What do you think you’re going to do now?”
I circled his nipple with my thumb, feeling it pucker under my teasing touch before I trailed a finger down his strong abs. “I am going to fuck you,” I breathed, with a newfound confidence that I didn’t have before.
His nostrils flared and his lips twitched into a half-smile. “Tempting,” he rasped. “Don’t disappoint me, wife.”
I was only teasing, but now he had to go and turn this into a challenge. With my hands planted over his chest, I leaned forward so that my breasts were up close to his face.
My nipple brushed over his mouth. “Suck me,” I ordered. “My nipples. I want you to lick and bite me. Make it good. Make it hurt. Don’t disappoint me, husband.”
Jungkook was always the dominant one in bed and he was, of course, a generous lover but tonight, he has relinquished that tight control. And I was planning to take full advantage of that.
His eyes darkened before he took my aching nipple between his lips. The warm suction of his mouth as he suckled me had my eyes almost rolling in the back of my head. His teeth grazed the tight bud before biting down, enough to hurt. But it was a sweet pain.
I gasped, my hips bucking over his erection. His tongue laved the sting away before he turned his head to the side, giving my other nipple the same careful attention.
All the while, I grinded on his lap. My lust coated the inside of my thighs as I rubbed myself against him. His thick length parted my lower lips, rubbing along my sex as my hips moved back and forth.
“What else?” he questioned roughly.
Instead of responding, I brushed my lips over his. A tender kiss, waiting and testing to see if he’d fight for dominance. Jungkook’s body tensed but he otherwise remained passive, yielding to my control.
Oh God.
To dominate a man like Jeon Jungkook was an exquisite feeling.
Addictive.
My kiss turned more demanding, my tongue plunging into his mouth – tasting him. He kissed me back, with the same fevered passion. He was intoxicating and I was drunk on him, on the way he felt against my lips, the taste of him and his grunts of pleasure.
When our lips separated, I was breathless, my chest heaving. Sweet hell.
There was nothing more addicting than Jungkook’s dominance, but his surrender made me ache. I swallowed, before letting out a breathy gasp when the tip of his hardness slid over my sensitive clit.
Jungkook kept his hands behind his head and he laid still, allowing me free rein over his body. But I noticed the dark glint in his eyes and the way his
shoulders were tensed, almost like he was holding himself back from touching me.
My eyes darted between our bodies and my mouth went dry at the sight of his thick erection nestled between us, swollen and hard against my wet and pink sex. His length was coated with my arousal.
I found myself growing more damp at the lewd sight. I liked how seductive and powerful I felt right now and how Jungkook was carefully restraining himself to allow me this moment.
My hands wandered over his abs, feeling his muscles ripple under my teasing touch. When I reached his pelvis, the only reaction I got from my husband was a sharp intake of breath.
I lifted my hips so I could wrap my hand around his length. He was so big and swollen in my palm as I squeezed him.
I shifted until my entrance was right over his tip. My thighs tightened around him while Jungkook clenched his jaw. “It’s cruel for you to tease me like this,” he hissed.
“Whoops.”
His chest rumbled with a deep sound. “Y/n.”
“Jungkook,” I breathed. With our eyes locked on each other, I slowly lowered myself onto his shaft.
Jungkook grunted in response.
I let out the softest whimper as his thickness stretched me. I paused when he reached the depth of me, my inner walls spasming around him.
“Fuck,” he swore, his voice gravelly. His dark eyes were laced with pure, unadulterated lust. And I reveled in his gaze.
I circled my hips tentatively and Jungkook groaned. “You’re such a goddamn tease.”
I lifted myself over his hardness, watching my husband grind his jaw as he fought to remain contained. His breathing was ragged, almost painful, and sweat formed over his forehead.
“You feel so good inside me,” I confessed shakily.
I quickly found a rhythm, bouncing up and down on his erection. My nails dug into his chest and his hips jerked up. Finally.
Jungkook was losing his calm composure and I watched him come undone beneath me.
I leaned forward, still fucking him – and my lips feathered over his.
“You’re so big, I like how you stretch me. Almost painfully, but it’s a sweet burn.”
“Goddamn it,” he growled. “Y/n.” Finally, he snapped.
Jungkook rose in a seated position, his hands circling my hips, digging hard into my flesh. I was certain his touch would leave bruises tomorrow morning. This new position pushed me farther down onto his cock, the tip of him hitting deep inside of me. My hands flew to his shoulders, nail digging into his flesh.
Fire burned through my veins and my core tightened around him. The deep ache in the pit of my stomach grew fierce, spreading through my body.
I burned.
I ached, with such exquisite pain.
With almost a frantic need, my pace quickened. I bounced up and down on his hard length, taking him inside the tight sheath of my sex, over and over again. Feeling him. Burning for him. Needing him so desperately like I needed my next breath.
His hips bucked every time to meet mine. Our bodies collided together, simply driven by unleashed passion.
Almost too soon, I peaked over the edge and my climax rolled through my body, hard and fast. My back arched and the chords of my neck strained as my eyes fluttered closed.
“Jungkook,” I gasped. “Oh, oh God!” My mind was fuzzy as my released washed over me, cocooning me like a thick blanket.
My pace slowed as my body grew languid and Jungkook growled. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
He lifted me up in his arms, before thrusting up hard. I cried out, my body spasming.
Jungkook’s chest rumbled against mine. With a grunt, he flipped us over, losing the rest of his tight control. While I enjoyed his short surrender, I had been waiting for him to snap.
And, he did.
I gasped, my back arching off the bed when Jungkook pummeled inside me. His hand slid behind me, cupping my ass and raising my hips off the bed. He settled between my thighs, spreading them farther apart until I was wide open for him.
To be taken.
To be devoured.
To be fucked.
Jungkook pounded inside me, losing the last bit of his control. Thrust. I gasped. Thrust. He grunted. Thrust. I whimpered and he groaned.
His face was hard, eyes gleaming with untamed lust, and his body shuddered as he filled me with his release, his length jerking with spurt after spurt of his seed.
Jungkook collapsed on top of me, his body strong and warm. My arms curled around his shoulders and he buried his face into the crook of my neck.
“Do you still hate me?” I asked, repeating the very same question every day.
And his answer was always different.
His lips whispered over my pulse in my throat, teeth grazing my sensitive skin. “How can I hate you, Y/n?” he said huskily.
My heart slammed into my rib cage at his choice of words.
Jungkook propped himself up on his elbows, gazing down at my flushed face. “You’ve dug yourself under my skin, into my bones. You fucking stabbed me in the chest, I’m bleeding for you, Princess. You kill me and I still fucking need you like I need my next breath. I need you as much as I want to destroy you. How is that possible?”
“My love is toxic,” I said, my voice groggy and thick with emotion.
“It’s fucking poison,” he agreed.
Tears welled up in my eyes and I sniffled. “I’m sorry.”
His thumb stroke along my jaw, before brushing over my lips. The mask fell away from his face and I finally saw what he was holding back… the real Jungkook.
“I did things to you, things I’ll never forgive myself for,” he confessed hoarsely. The look of anguish in his dark eyes broke me.
I shook my head. “I’m not holding it against you.”
His head lowered and our lips met, feverish and needy. There was urgency in our kiss, but also exquisite tenderness. Jungkook kissed me like he feared I would disappear. My arms tightened around him, while he clung to me.
A tear slid down my scarred cheek.
I found both my redemption and salvation on his lips.