Born To Bleed - KTH FF (BOOK III)

-TWENTY ONE-

"Ah..." I moaned in both pain and pleasure. I missed feeling him inside of me. I wrapped myself around him as he pounded into me. Biting my lip, I fought the urge to scream out...fuck as my legs shook uncontrollably. I understood that he needed this, we both did. It was everything we couldn't put into words, it was how we worked out our issues, and even this remnant of the recent past caused my heart to ache, but not the way I was growing accustomed to. I was desperate for this, I needed it, I needed him to remember and yearn for what was, the same way that I did.

"Divorce is..." he paused, thrusting into me with a delicious harshness I enjoyed. He pushed me back onto my back and held both my hands in one of his while he gripped my thigh with the other. "Never on..." Again he paused after a punctuating thrust. "The table." It seemed as if this was a reminder, and I wondered briefly who really needed the admonition.

He didn't stop after those minute pauses. Biting my ear and kissing my lips, his mouth was everywhere. I tried to keep my eyes open, however I couldn't even breathe and think at the same time, much less control my body.

"Tae!" The sweat from his nose dripped onto me as he held me tighter. My toes curled in my shoes as I rode an almost painful orgasm to its end. His cinnamon and honey scent filled all of my senses. He was all I could see, smell, taste and hear. He surrounded me from every angle, and I missed him, I missed everything about him...about us.

"Ugh," he grunted as he came.

He swallowed slowly above me, breathing me in as I was doing to him.

"You're stuck with me. Until the day we both die. The contract says it. I fucking say it. So if you bring it up again...so help me God, Y/N, I will you show you the very definition of a madman."

Pulling out of me, he fixed himself and didn't look back as he walked out. He must have felt proud of himself...manly even. He'd fucked me like a caveman. But I had won here. I knew what was running through his mind since I had shown up, I had seen it in his eyes—the conflict, the indecision. I had to remind him of who we were, where we came from, and how we handled our conflicts. Divorce was never on the table for us, not being together was never an option, and he needed to remember that. I'm not sure how he'd ever lost sight of who we were, or that this was how we dealt with things—we simply fucked it out of our system. But I'd made him remember because he had somehow forgotten.

I'd won, not him.

In the end, It's him and I.

JISOO'S POV

Ring. Ring. Ring.

ARHG! Answer the damn phone! I paced furiously in the bathroom, brushing the tears from the side of my face.

"Jisoo," the old voice, smoother than snake oil, finally answered.

"I want out. You told me she wouldn't be back and here she is. I only did this because you promised—"

"Jisoo, I'm going to hang up now and you are not going to call me again...do you understand? Some of us have work to do. Stand your ground and wait. It's your life on the line, so I suggest that you do not fail and be found out." He hung up and I wanted to smash the phone and scream.