Mi Amor✔️

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Tapping my fingers on the bed, I sat restlessly. Am I ready for this? To give myself to him. Expose my vulnerability? Too immersed in my thoughts I failed to hear footsteps. “Mi Amor.” My body jerked at the sound. He sat next to me. Rubbing my shoulders.

“I'm sorry if I scared you.” Scooping me in his arms he swayed our bodies side by side. “Are you thinking about the wedding night?” He always manages to read me like an open book doesn't he? “Yes” he placed his lips on my forehead and cupped my cheeks.

“We do not have to do this. Until you're comfortable enough to permit me to love you.” How understanding is he? Should I deny it? If I do, will I be able to muster up courage some day and agree to submit myself to him?

No I won't. Overcoming your insecurities is the stepping stone to a new success. By agreeing today. I'll exterminate my fear.

“I'm ready.” Jimin was astounded by my words. “You don't need to force yourself, to appease me.” What a respectful man my husband is. “By agreeing to it, I'm swamping the negativity clouding my brain.”

He smiles, enclosing the gap between our lips. Kissing me affectionately. My body dropped on the soft mattress. Laying down we chased each other's lips. He ceased the kiss. Stepping back eradicating his tunic and jupe. Towering back on my figure.

“Trust me on this one. I promise to diminish those demons off your brain.” Trust? I trust him with my life. Him asking me to trust him, sums up my courage. “Can you please turn off the lights?” “If that makes you comfortable then sure.”

He switched it off without hesitation. Gently lowering the dress of my body, he latched his lips on my shoulders. Intertwining his hands with mine.

“My beautiful woman. I wanna hear you call my name out tonight. Make you feel in heaven. With me and you as the angels sinning in freedom of love.”

Those compliments were propitiating my soul and boosting up my confidence.

Druffing each and every piece of my clothing he ogles at my naked frame. Making me self-aware of myself. The room was dark, however the moonlight outshined perfectly on my hull.

“Do you know what I see right now?” Am I mesmerising enough in his eyes? “My wife who is weak and tender underneath me. Waiting to be loved and satisfied by her King.”

His lips attach back to my flesh. Sucking on my collarbone this time. “King Jimin.” I release my hands from his grip. “Is there something wrong?” I turn my head to the other side. “I might hurt your warriored hands by my tight hold.”

He chuckles. “Mi Amor, the only tightness that you have would be when I'm in you.” How could he say such sultry words, without an ounce of reluctance? I'm baffled by his boldness. “You're elegant and everything I've ever dreamt of in a woman.”

Groping my breasts he peppers kisses down my jaw. “You're that flower that I wanna hide and bloom from the rest of the world. Afraid they'll strum you off your world of innocence.” He inclined himself in front of my breasts. Battling my lashes I stare down at him.

“Will you keep your eyes fixated on me? For me to see your enthusiasm?” Was it his authority to be a King? Or am I willing to obey him? I did not know. Whatever it might have been, I found myself intensely watching his sinister tormention on my nipples. He lapped his tongue on the sensitive bud. Eliciting a loud moan to erupt up my throat.

“How melodic. So my wife loves it, rough I see.” The next moment I knew he was devouring on my tits, in a harsher manner. Flicking my left udder in between his fingers. The cold metal of his ring comes in contact with it. He detached his lips from my papilla.