-DARK ROMANCE 🔞-
It all started with an arranged marriage.
"Don't look at me like that sparkles, you may fall in love" he said in his deep voice looking into her eyes while biting his lower lips.
wiping tears she smiled at that and started move t...
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Third person's POV.
The stinking white bloody shirt of Storm's was thrown onto the messy floor at the moment.
Fisting Taehyung's shirt for dear life, she bit her lips hard to suppress that whimper which was bubbling up her lips while Taehyung marked her neck harshly. Biting and sucking hard yet sensual.
Having a good grip on either side of her bare waist, his grip only tightened as he gave wet kisses on Storm's cold yet slightly blood stained neck.
Even though the water had washed most of the blood from her body, there was still that stained crimson lingering. Body was so slippery all over but it never once made Taehyung frown over. Even that reeking smell of metallic blood which could be sickening for one never made him feel disgusted.
Not to forget the burned corpse which created that burned rotten smell inside the room which never mattered to him.
All that mattered for him at the moment was Storm. Someone he doesn't mind kneeling in front of.
His wife.
Backing her against the wall, he pushed her back more to him, wanting to feel her body closer to him. His long slender fingers were tugging on the strap of her plain black bra which she wore while sloppily kissing on the valley of her breast.
A little voice of whimper picked up his ears which caused halt in his actions. No. Taehyung didn't back away from her body but tilted his neck up to look into her face as his own head was near her neck.
He saw how her both hands were shaky while she fisted the fabric of his shirt so fucking tight. Eyes still teary with head turned to the other side.
Her eyes weren't on him as if she didn't want to meet his gaze.
Away from him.
And he didn't like that.
With a hum, he made her look up to his face. Fingers creeping onto her face cheek, her face still has that remaining trail of crimson which he caressed away. His eyes saw how droplets of crimson which strip down from in between her hairline to neck.
