Mine

Chapter 36

[Song Recommendation: 100 Ways by Jackson]

"Maria"

The moment their eyes met, the electric-charged space around them was back! And, they could both feel it.

She barely had time to inhale before she saw him move. No hesitation. No second-guessing.

One moment, there was space between them. The next, there was none.

"J-Jimin, Mm~" His hands cupped her face, warm and firm, grounding her as his lips crashed into hers. A sharp gasp escaped her before it was swallowed by the kiss.

It was not a peck or gentle touch of his lips. It was desperate, and consuming as if he had finally decided to take what had always been his.

She went weak in the knees nearly falling but he held her against him while practically eating her, he was not just kissing her he was devouring her.

Her fingers curled against his chest, gripping his shirt like it was the only thing keeping her upright. Heat bloomed everywhere. It wasn't just the kiss, it was the way he held her, the way his body pressed against hers, demanding, needing.

Jimin wasn't careful. He was starving.

The kiss deepened, his tongue tracing the seam of her lips, coaxing, devouring. He felt her shudder in his grasp. It was a kiss that stole everything. Her breath, her sanity, every inch of control she thought she had.

Jimin tilted his head, pressing in deeper, stealing more. His hands slid down, gripping her waist, pulling her flush against him, letting her feel exactly what she did to him.

And it wrecked her.

She should have pulled away. Should have stopped this before it spiraled into something they couldn't take back.

But she didn't.

Because God, she wanted this. Wanted him. Wanted everything.

She didn't even realize when her hands moved, when her fingers tangled into his hair, gripping him like she never wanted to let go.

"Jimin~" His name slipped from her lips between gasps and moans, a broken whisper that fueled him.

He groaned, a low, guttural sound that sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through her. His grip on her tightened, hands roaming, exploring, possessive. His lips left hers only to trail down her jaw, grazing, nipping, tasting.

"What the hell are we doing? Is this really so wrong? But, I feel like I will go crazy, I can't stop myself anymore" he murmured against her skin, his voice thick with hunger. "What are you doing to me, Maria?"

She felt her breath hitched at the way his voice trembled, not with hesitation, but with restraint.

Jimin wasn't just hungry. He was desperate. Like he had spent every second since their almost-kiss tormented by the thought of her. Of them.

She shivered as his lips ghosted over her throat, lingering, teasing, as if he was drinking in the feeling of her skin against his.

"Jimin..." her voice barely came out, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

He let out a rough breath, his lips trailing lower, his hands squeezing her thighs, her waist, like he needed to feel her, all of her.

"I am going crazy, you have ruined me in ways that I can't think of anything else, anyone else but you" he murmured again, this time with more frustration, his forehead pressing against her collarbone. "I—fuck, Maria. I wasn't supposed to—"

He exhaled harshly, his body burning against hers, his grip tightening as if he were holding on to the last shreds of his sanity. "Tell me to stop"

Her breath stuttered.