The K2 (AMBW) (UPDATING)

I'm Yours*

"I like you." He blurted out.

She laughed "God. I hope you like me. You had your fingers up my vagina not too long ago." She wanted to throw herself off a cliff. Avianna hated when she couldn't control her words around him.

"When we're alone you have such a bad potty mouth." He chuckled and smirked at her.

"I didn't mean to say it like that. Oh gosh." She buried her face in her hands in embarrassment.

He pulled her hands away from her face. "I'm just teasing." His tone was soft with her. "Be as honest as want when you're with me."

"You want me to be honest?"

"Of course."

She bit her lip in hesitation at her next words "Then why do you hold back with me? Especially, when we do sexual things together. Am I not physically attractive to you?" Her lip quivered. "I know I'm not like the other Korean girls who are-"

Before she could even finish her deprecating statement. He grabbed her jaw tightly and pulled her to his face.

With the most serious expression, he spoke to her. "Don't you dare speak thoughts like that? You are beautiful. And I'm attracted to you in words I couldn't describe to you. I fear I don't have the vocabulary to try and express how I feel."

She straddles his strong thighs in desperation. "Try. Try to. Because I'm head over heels for you but sometimes I feel like you're with me out of pity. Or that you could find better."

"Oh, my angel." He coos. His hand caressed her face. "Believe every word that I say. I only want you. I want you so badly that it burns. And on most days I feel that I don't deserve you. You're too good for me. Too perfect."

She shook her head. "I'm not perfect. I'm so far from it. I'm a girl who's been a recluse her whole life. I have so many undiagnosed issues. I'm inexperienced and clingy-."

He shushes her with his finger "You're perfect. And beautiful, strong, smart, sexy, caring. I could go on and on about you."

His hands fall to rest on her hips. Her hands find the top of his shoulders. "Then be with me. Be with me fully. Commit to this. Enjoy what we can have. Do I have to beg you? I will."

She slides off of his legs and falls into a kneeling position in between his legs.

Her hands grasp at his clothed thighs. "Fuck, Angel." He says breathlessly. The sight of her on her knees, begging him. Her beautiful eyes looked up at him pleading. His resolve was falling apart.

"Please, Jeha. Please. Just give me you. Can I have you? Because I want you." His chest rose and fell with a quickness. The feeling of her digging her perfectly manicured nude-painted nails into his thighs drove him wild.

He stood up and put her on the bed. She still sat on her knees with a hopeful look in her eyes.

"You have me, Angel. You didn't even have to beg me. You can have whatever you want. I'll give you anything."

"Yeah?"

He took the clip holding her hair up. He watched the beautiful curls cascade around her. "Yes. You're mine and I'm yours."

She started to unbuckle his belt. Her hands moved like it was the most important thing in the world. He softly smiled at her and played in her hair. He watched her hurried hands undress him.

"Keep my boxers on for right now." She pouted when she got to his black briefs.

"But I want to see you. All of you."