I leaned back against him. His chest was bare and he’d removed most of the bandages despite Jin’s protests.
“No. Ji-eun and Jun-seo will be happier here.”
He bit down on my throat gently. “And you?”
I turned in his hold and kissed him. “I think I’ll be happy too.”
Jungkook pulled my dress over my head before he backed me up toward the bed, and we both fell down. We kissed for a long time until I was desperate and hot. Jungkook moved down my body and removed my panties then stretched out between my legs. His lips and tongue pushed me over the edge within a couple of minutes, then he climbed back up, his body covering mine, his weight braced on his forearms. His eyes held mine when he slammed into me, claiming me fully for the first time in fourteen months. “Jungkook,” I gasped out.
Despite the flashes of pain on his face, Jungkook’s thrusts didn’t falter. He hit deep and hard, his eyes owning me. When he reached between us and stroked my clit, I cried out, clenching around him and gripping his shoulders tightly. Jungkook growled in pain and pleasure but kept thrusting as I rode out my orgasm. He kissed me fiercely, possessively, then pulled out.
He turned me on my stomach before he kissed my ear as he settled between my thighs. I felt a firm presence at my ass and stiffened in surprise and fear. Jungkook stroked my back, massaged my butt.
“I want to own every part of you,” he murmured, kissing my shoulder. He turned my head so I met his gaze and kissed me slowly. Jungkook had put his fingers into me a couple of times, but his erection was so much bigger.
“Say something,” he urged.
I swallowed, nervous. “I’m yours. All of me.” Jungkook’s eyes softened. “Relax, Queen. I’ll be careful.”
For a moment his weight lifted, and I heard him take something from the drawer. Over my shoulder I saw him covering his cock with lube then he was back over me. He bit down on my shoulder blade lightly as he pushed forward, and I arched up when the stretching got too bad. Jungkook stopped, kissed my shoulder, my cheek. His hands slid under my body, found my nipple and my clit. He tugged at my nipple while his fingers stroked my clit and opening. Soon, I loosened around him as pain and pleasure mixed. He pushed two fingers into me and groaned roughly, the sound so primal and erotic my core clenched with arousal. “I feel my cock inside you. It’s perfect.”
I moaned as he moved his fingers slowly while his other hand kept twisting my nipple. Despite the pain, I felt a release approaching. My lips parted and my muscles tightened as pleasure overcame me. Jungkook pushed his cock into me all the way, and I moaned and whimpered, caught up between pain and pleasure. I’d never felt more stretched, teetering on the edge of overwhelming pain and yet happy that Jungkook had claimed this part of me as well.
I shivered, overcome with sensations. Jungkook kissed my cheek. “Can I?”
I gave a nod and he pulled almost all the way out. I trembled as he pushed back in. He kept working my pussy as he thrust into me slowly.
“It’ll get better, Queen,” he murmured.
His movements became faster, and I bit down on my lip. Pain and pleasure mingled, almost becoming one. Jungkook’s body pressed me into the mattress as his cock and fingers claimed me.
With a guttural groan, Jungkook slammed into me one more time, and I felt his release. I shuddered desperately under him. Jungkook stayed inside of me for a couple of heartbeats, his breath hot on my shoulder, his fingers gentle, almost soothing on my clit.
He pulled out of me carefully then turned me on my side and pressed up behind me, kissing my shoulder. I couldn’t move, overwhelmed, stunned. Every time I thought Jungkook had taken everything, he took another part of me.
“Queen?” he asked in a low voice.
I turned around in his embrace and nestled close to him, my nose buried in the crook of his neck. Jungkook tensed and gripped my chin, nudging my face up. I could see a hint of hesitation on his face as he evaluated my expression.
“You will never surrender to my will because you think I want you to. Was it too painful?”
I glanced up, swallowing hard. Jungkook was concerned for me. Cruel, merciless, brutal to the very core, and yet concerned for me. “I wanted to surrender to you, to give myself to you like that. You already own every other part of me.”
His brows pulled together even further. He traced my face with his finger.