Mine

Chapter 37

Her fingers trembled as they mapped his skin, tracing the ink that adorned his body like whispered confessions. Each touch, each featherlight caress, sent a shiver rippling down his spine.

He is so beautiful! She was drinking him through her eyes.

Jimin let out a slow, ragged exhale, his head tipping back just slightly, lips parting as if savoring the sensation of her hands on him. His skin burned under her touch, aching, needing more.

His gaze dropped to her lips, then lower, watching the way her chest rose and fell, the way she looked at him, like he was forbidden and she had tasted him.

Her eyes darkened with heat, chest heaving, breath shallow. She couldn't take it anymore, not the way he looked at her like she was his last prayer, not the way his skin felt under her palms, like fire waiting to consume her.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, her thighs gripping his torso tightly. Jimin barely had time to react before she pushed, flipping them, their bodies moving in sync like they'd done this dance a thousand times in dreams.

The strength she hid in that fragile body of hers stunned him every time!

He landed beneath her with a soft grunt, eyes wide for just a second before they darkened, lips parting in something between awe and hunger.

"Fuck..." he breathed, his hands instantly finding her hips, gripping them tight. "Didn't expect anything less either"

His fingers trailed up her sides, skimming the fabric of her top, teasing, waiting. Before, he could lift it up, she grabbed his wrists and pinned them over his head.

She straddled him fully, her thighs tightening around his hips, her face just inches from his. "Uh hm~ not a wise move" she whispered, her breath hot against his lips. "You said you wanted to be ruined. So stay still."

A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth even as his breath came in shallow pants. "You're gonna be the death of me."

"Good," she murmured, dragging her lips slowly along his jaw. "Then I'll make sure your last breath is mine."

He felt them, her lips, they mapped out every spot on his body that could leave him weak in the knees!

She kissed just beneath his ear, then dragged her lips slowly down the length of his neck, letting her tongue flick against his pulse before her teeth grazed the skin, just enough to make him twitch.

His muscles tensed beneath her, a hiss escaped his mouth, thighs flexing as her lips descended, trailing fire across his collarbone, then lower, down his chest. She took her time, letting her tongue swirl over his skin, lingering at every ridge, every inch of ink she passed. His stomach fluttered beneath her mouth, a tremor betraying just how deeply she was pulling him under.

Her hands slid along his sides, palms flat against the heat of him, feeling every hard line, every subtle shiver. She kissed the dip between his pecs, then moved to his ribs, letting her lips drag slowly across the tattoo inked there, wet, soft, and heated. He felt them arching slightly beneath her, breath stuttering.

Down, down! Her mouth traced the defined lines of his lower abdomen, stopping just at the waistband. Her fingers brushed over the hem teasingly, holding him in place as her tongue dipped lower, barely touching skin that hadn't yet been kissed.

He jerked beneath her, a quiet groan catching in his throat, his head falling back against the mattress. Her mouth ghosted along his hip bone, her lips grazing over the sensitive skin there, dragging slow, wet kisses across both sides until his fists clenched the sheets.