Rogue Hearts | PJM ✅

Chp. 30 Lightening and the Thunder

Jimin POV 💫

At some point in the middle of the night, I woke up to Dallia moaning my name in her sleep. It thrilled me to no end to know that even in her dreams, she desires me. I woke her with soft kisses on her temple, and before long, we were teasing each other's bodies with our hands and tongues. She led me back to the Tantra chair with a seductive smile, calling me "Babyboy" and bending her body gracefully over the high arc, inviting me to thrust into her from behind. Her constant praises and whisperings of how I was making her feel good were so enticing that it wasn't long until I was crying out her name, my cries bouncing around the room. To have her switch and give me direction was so hot; I wished I had met her years ago. It's as if my love life had been a complete waste until I found this fantastic woman.

When we finished, I carried her back to bed, draped in my arms with quiet promises of never letting her go. When we were tucked back into bed, the comforter tucked in around us, we held each other tightly with our arms and legs wrapped around each other as we fell back to sleep, completely satisfied with each other.

As the morning light wakes me up, I'm treated to delicious smells wafting from the kitchen. I put on a pair of sweatpants and pad out to the kitchen to find Dallia making breakfast, and it's such a sight to see. Her hair is pulled up into a messy bun, and her leggings are half covered by a long sweatshirt that falls off one shoulder.

"Hi," she smiles as she slides a cup of coffee over to me.

"I thought you looked sexy last night, but this is just as good. Look at you cooking in my kitchen!" I declare. "I don't know if I want to eat what your making or throw you on the counter and devour you," I flirt while wiggling my eyebrows at her.

She blushes that dusty pink I love so much as she serves me a plate of food. "You are going to eat because I just spent 35 minutes in this kitchen making this," she laughs. "Don't get any ideas; I'm not a domestic goddess, but I am capable."

"No ideas from me! You don't have to worry. I'm not a neanderthal -I don't think women have to stay home and cook for men," I chuckle and then take a bite. "Wait...wait...I take it back! Holy shit! You can really cook like this? Fuck that, ideas....lots of ideas...." I tease.

"Damn, why do you make me like you so much," she smiles shyly and then leans over the countertop to place her soft lips on mine, and I melt. 

Soulmates.

💜

Dallia's POV 🌼

Being with Jimin in Jeju has been nothing but a dream. I almost cried in his arms when he uttered he "belonged to me" last night. To have him be so vulnerable, I know he chose those words because they truly meant something significant to him. 

He asked if he could take me on another "normal couple" adventure today and was so shy about asking. The duality in his personality keeps me on my toes. We arrived at Jeju Stone Park and spent hours walking through the grounds, exploring the stone sculptures and learning about the mythology of the volcanic island.

"Dallia, Dallia! Look at this one!" Jimin calls, and I wander over to him, seeing the smile in his eyes. He slides his hand into mine and smiles.

"This is amazing!" I reply as I take in the stone form and learn about its historical significance, but I don't think I would find it half as interesting if I wasn't experiencing it with Jimin. He has a lot of respect for our history, and I love that he wanted to share this with me.

Like yesterday, I stop to snap tons of photos of him as we journey through the expansive park and the village of thatched houses exhibit. When we reach the Gallery of 500 Generals, I ask Jimin to stand on the rust-colored gravel path before them, and I jog away so I can capture as many of the impressive statues as I can with Jimin.