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"And I'm going to lose it today."
"What?—" she was forced back by the impact when he locked his lips into her, pushing her head against the glass wall while he placed his hand to avoid injuring her head. Drops of rain were raining on the glass wall, revealing that the atmosphere was foggy, as was the dew point on the glass's surface, which was being wiped away as he laid his palm on it.
Her breath hitched before she took a deep breath, breathing the same air as him, when he kissed her like a desperate man in need of water in the desert. It was so Swift when he forced her up against the glass wall by scooping her up by the side of her waist and making her sneak her legs around his chest.
"Jungkook—" she began to speak once he let go of her lips, but the next instant he forced it even more, only to chew on her both lips inside his, almost as if he wasn't trying to kiss her, but consume her. "Fuck! You're beautiful." She finally looped her fingers around his neck, trying to urge him to kiss her further, while he disengaged for a second and looked at her.
"So desperate? Aren't you? Hm?" When they breathe heavily to calm the erratic breathing, he lets forth an airy giggle. Her chest rises, pressing her softness against his chest, and he nearly moans as he watches her bite her lip to keep from puffing out the chunk of air into his face.
"I just want to kiss you all night, till dawn, make you tired and breathless with it, and watch your skin turn scarlet when you're shy, feel your skin burn when I touch you, and see the way your body reacts when I do things to you. Ruin you, but for good. When I love you, I just want to see you be a mess. Because I can't get enough of you, I can't get enough of how beautiful you are." He exhaled heavily while saying everything at once.
"Would you be willing to let me?" He questioned and with in a simple nod, as he was kissing her again. Connecting his mind with the sense of touch between their lips, he assisted her waist in walking by the bad, the kiss seemed rather passionate, desperate, as well as slow, as if he was trying to capture every taste out of it, as if he wanted to memorise the structure of her lips like a fixed piece of puzzle to his
Her lips felt warm and soft on his, reeking of magnetism more than drugs to him. As he sensed her out of breath again, he let her huff but continued kissing her on her cheeks, proceeding to her ear, unable to resist her even for a minute. Their bodies crushed into the bed, where he dug his teeth into the soft flesh of her neck, lapping her chin with the wet touch and compelling her to grab the bedsheet in contentment.
"I love the way you feel when I kiss you hard, after what felt like a decade of waiting," he moaned, he kissed her again, with the flow, her lips parted slightly, enabling his tongue to enter inside like a cascade.
Without thinking, they held their breath, the suspended air gripped at the top of their throat like a minute grasped instead of wildly spent. Her hair was spread across the bed like paintbrush tips, making delicate designs where breath wouldn't dare to venture.
