For the remainder of the three days, you fucked like you were both training for an Olympic event: in the shower, on his desk, over his counter, against his window. Any surface you could find was tainted. You were bent, tethered, hung and tied. He moaned, groaned, and whimpered your name. Neither of you seemed to ever tire.
It was an unbelievable time that felt like it had lasted for years - you wondered often if you were just trapped inside an endless dream, especially since when you actually did find time to sleep, all your subconscious could conjure were more fantasies of how you wanted him inside you.
You woke up on the final morning after what felt like a lifetime of sleep. Your body ached from head to toe, but it was a delicious pain, that only reminded you of all the ways your muscles and limbs had been pulled taut over the past three days.
You were going to fucking miss this for sure. Perhaps you shouldn't give up your mark just yet - not if it meant you could have this every six months. Well... have that every six months. The haze had left you... it was over... you could feel it. Like it was an allergy you had managed to walk away from. You were finally free from its stifling attack on your system.
You couldn't help but feel disappointed, though - it meant this... thing... with him was over now too. You thought you would have at least one or two more hot moments this morning. But it was gone - it was strange. It was supposed to last for a few more hours.
You moved to roll over but then you froze as you thought you heard mumbling. It sounded as though there were two voices in the room whispering, but you were still so groggy you couldn't be sure.
But then you heard Yoongi's recognizable gait pad across the floor, so you turned to find him standing over the bed, looking down at you with a hard gaze.
"Were you talking to someone just now?"
"No," he said. "I mean... someone was at the door, but they're gone."
His voice was hollow, and it put you on edge. Could he tell your heat was gone? Could he smell that it was over? Was this distance because of that?
"Something wrong?" you sat upwards, pulling the sheets to cover yourself.
He shook his head softly, but you weren't sure if you believed him.
He sat on the edge of the bed beside you, and you searched his face for some sign of what was going on behind his eyes - but he had always been so difficult to read - so guarded. It stung a little that this persona of his was back, especially after you had thought it died for you 72 hours ago.
But then he leaned forward, his hand raising to cradle your neck, and he pulled you in for a long, sweet kiss.
The room felt quiet and empty around you - like all its energy had been sucked into the space between just you and him. His head tilted, and he kissed you softly from another angle, sucking gingerly on your lip, beckoning you to become lost in him.
Your hands found his hair, and you sieved your fingers through his locks, anchoring yourself to him and your kiss began to deepen. You parted your lips, and you heard his breath escape him before he covered your mouth with his and let his tongue slide inside.
Your hips shuddered, wanting to twist as a jolt of excitement and the flutter of butterfly wings ignited within you. Perhaps the heat wasn't over...
...it was... but you felt just as in need now as you had then.
You crawled up onto your knees, never letting his mouth leave yours, and you straddled yourself over his lap, his strong hands gripping the flesh of your ass and hips to help you settle. You massaged his tongue with yours, and he kneaded at your thighs, stroked his palms across your back, pulling your bodies together so your breasts were warm against his chest.
