Eun Ha Won wrung her hands together, lifting her head to stare at her boss. When his stormy, obsidian black eyes clashed against her mellow folds of hazel, she hurriedly averted her gaze. Even though she highly admired him, she was still terrified of going against him. She was intimidated and fearful of what he could and would do to her. She gulped.
"Four minutes remaining." Park Jimin was aggravated by her behavior. He didn't realize how weak and feeble she was until now. She could barely look him in the eyes without wanting to bury herself into a hole.
"I-I apologize for my behavior that day." Eun Ha Won started, finally raising her eyes to look him in the face. Her heart sped up in fear when he raised a brow. "My behavior was uncalled for. I've made a lot of mistakes in the past and I didn't realize you were giving me so many chances."
Park Jimin found the timing of this apology too coincidental. Did she know her family's legacy was going to end? He viewed her words as a final plea for mercy.
"So, if you can give me one more chance to redeem myself, I swear I won't make the same mistakes again. I-I won't dare to come between you and the future Madam anymore."
Did that mean she had the guts to do it before? Park Jimin's face darkened. He should just throw her in the black room and call it a day. His fingers clenched into fists.
"Why do you want to stay?"
'Because my father wants me to.' Was the first thought that flashed in her mind. She placed a hand to her beating heart and stared up at him again. His onyx eyes swirled with malicious intent. She had never seen light flood into the black abyss until now. Nothing lasts long enough to stay. Her heart raced again. This time she thought about why it raced. 'Was it because she was excited? Or was it because she was scared of him?'
Her nails dug into her chest, rolling her bottom lip into her mouth. She already knew the answer. Her brain had known it a long time ago, but her heart tricked her into thinking it was something else. She admired him in every aspect. He had never looked her way, not even once. In her frantic chase to get his attention, she had mistaken her feelings. What she felt for him was artificial love pressured into her by her peers and family.
"Because I'm very good at communicating with our clients and-"
"Just like how you're specialized in communicating with your father?"
Her mouth clamped shut. Nervous beads of sweat dribbled down her forehead, her eyes watering. It wasn't like she wanted to talk to her father. She didn't want anything to do with him, but what could she do about it? He controlled everything about her life. She was his puppet. He pulled strings for her just like how he pulled her strings to obey.
She knew nothing could redeem her from what she had done.
Park Jimin's emotionless gaze only broke her more. Why couldn't he smile at her the same way he did with Song Areum? Why couldn't he wrap his arms around her and reassure her that everything was going to be alright?
"President, I'm in love with you." She choked out, her words were strained with emotions. Tears poured out of her eyes like a never-ending waterfall. She hugged her quivering shoulders when the air turned deadly.
Park Jimin felt nothing for her. He didn't even blink.
"Another mistake." He abandoned her in the hallway, leaving behind a crying woman whose legs gave out from underneath her. Wretched cries of disappointment could be heard. It mixed with the sounds of his disappearing footsteps, bouncing off the walls.
"No." She whispered. "That is where you're wrong." She dropped her head, moistened dots dripping onto the burgundy rug. "There were two mistakes." She let out a cackle of laughter. His rejection provided her with the rough slap that she needed. In the end, what she felt for him was admiration, not love. She was programmed to believe it was the latter. The water of her tears was enough to malfunction the programming.
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"I've said it before, my love, it's not good to eavesdrop." Park Jimin rounded the corner and grabbed the waist of Song Areum who was attempting to escape down the hallways. He smiled when she jabbed her elbows against his chest. He turned her around and enveloped her in his arms, swaying her to the music flowing from the banquet.
Song Areum silently stared up at him, observing his chiseled features. He raised his well-defined brow, leaning his face down so that she could observe it better.
"What is it?" He asked her, kissing her forehead and hugging her closely. He didn't like the look on her face. She looked like she was trying to remember his face. He curved his head and kissed the side of her neck, then rested his head upon her shoulder. His tensed posture finally softened when her hands slid up his spine.
"I'm just jealous about how perfect your brows are. Who do you get it waxed with?"
"It's naturally that flawless."
"That's not fair."
"Nothing in life is fair." Park Jimin chuckled, his chest rumbling with the gentle force. He squeezed her waist and kissed her one last time on the side of her neck.
"The banquet is ending." He added on, after noticing the music slowly dying down in the background. The frequent chatter was now a murmur. "Let's head home." He stroked the back of her head, pressing a kiss on her perky little nose.
She nodded her head and he began to guide her towards the back exit where it would be easier to slip by unnoticed. She dug her foot to the ground. "I want to say goodbye to your parents."
"Only acknowledge my mother." Park Jimin instructed her as he changed their course of direction. "I will speak to my father privately."
"No, don't." Song Areum, as much as she tried to deny it, enjoyed his pampering, but there were some things in this world that she had to obtain herself. It would be boring if everything was handed out to her.
"Don't force your family to like me. I'll change their views by myself."
Park Jimin was worried about her. He was conflicted on how he should feel. When he looked at her, he felt all of the uneasiness wash away. A pair of sharp, defining eyes were staring up at him. She had an easygoing smile on her face, free of dismay. She was confident she would succeed.
He lifted his hand and rubbed the top of her head. "That's my girl."
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Seo Ji-wan stood at the exit to give the final goodbyes and to wish everyone a good night. She was so used to these customary things that her face had stopped hurting a long time ago. When she first did this, she would be sore from smiling so much, but now, she didn't mind it at all. Park Pil-Woo accompanied her, sharing an equally friendly smile. They were a picture-perfect couple. Not a single flaw in sight. In reality, both of them were ready to argue when they got home.
Seo Ji-wan straightened up when she saw Song Areum and Park Jimin making their way towards them. Her eyes gleamed with pride at the sight of them. Both of them matched each other superbly. Charismatic and self-assured, their children would surely be splendidly dazzling.
"Thank you for inviting me to this banquet, Madam." Song Areum presented her best smile, the one that reached her eyes and showed off her dimples. The small action easily pierced Seo Ji-wan's heart.
"Please, just call me mother-in-law."
Park Pil-Woo had to do a double-take at his wife. 'When did this happen?!' He was not prepared for the drastic shift of events. He cleared his throat, his eyes straying to the other guests behind them. "Darling-"
"Or even better, mother." Seo Ji-wan added the finishing blow with a tender smile, the same one she always showed towards Park Jihoon and Park Jennie.
Song Areum, who was unfamiliar with a motherly touch, did not realize the meaning behind Seo Ji-wan's smile. The topic of mothers was hard for her to fathom. She slowly nodded her head, processing the words in her mind.
Once they got home, Song Areum did not walk straight to their bed or the bathroom. She, instead, made her way to the terrace that overlooked their garden. She could see the rose arches from there, the fountain, ghastly pale from the moonlight casting over it. Thick, trimmed bushes added a scenic feel to the main garden, and splashed throughout were different abundances of flowers that created an ever-winding world of colors. It brought life to this place, something she deeply appreciated.
Her eyes traveled beyond the arches. In the distance, she could see the arches of the bridges, whose railing was painted in red. It led to a gazebo resting on a small island. Occasionally, ripples would form on the water, created by the assortment of fish living in the pond.
"My love, it's cold outside." Park Jimin approached her from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist. He rested his face on her shoulder. She leaned her head upon his while placing her palm over his hands. She melted into their embrace, relishing in his natural heat.
"You changed your suit jacket?" She asked, confused by the different shade of sleeves. The previous one he wore could be mistaken for a dark, midnight blue, but this one was completely black.
"Yes. I had the previous one burned." He hummed, kissing the edge of her shoulders, softly and tenderly. He frowned. Her skin was as cold as ice. "Let's head inside, my dear. You'll get sick from the breeze."
"We've never slow danced before." She said out of the blue.
Park Jimin hugged her tighter in hopes of warming her up more. He turned her around and took off the new suit jacket, then draped it over her dress.
She took it off.
His eyes darkened, his lips thinning into a line. Then she surprised him by actually wearing it.
Park Jimin's chilly gaze became the first sunlight of Spring. He had a small smile resting on his lips. His heart skipped a beat at this sight. She should wear more of his clothes. He responded by bringing her body impossibly closer to him. Nothing could come between them, literally and figuratively.
"Then let's do it now." He told her, bringing his head down to tenderly kiss her forehead, then her left cheek, the right, her nose, her chin, and lastly, her lips. He made it a point to kiss the six points of her face every day.
Song Areum's eyes flutter closed when he gently kissed her. Slowly, their mouths moved together, savoring one another. One hand rested on his shoulder, while the other cupped his face. She leaned into his body, her heart racing at his teasing kiss. She could hear the butterflies in her stomach come to life, fluttering like the petals when a gentle breeze bristled by. To her, his kisses were an intoxicating drug that eased all of her worries. So lost in his kiss, she couldn't open her eyes. She wondered how it was possible that their lips could mold against each other so perfectly. It was as if it was meant to be like that from the very start of their lives.
She felt safe in the strong arms around her, as if nothing bad could happen to her when she was with him.
Their lips moved together in sync, sensual and calm, neither of them hinting a different message. Then he pulled back and she rested her face upon his chest, breathing in deeply and calming the roaring tides of her heart. She wondered what was so loud until she pressed her ears closer and realized it was just his rapid heartbeat. Through his chest, she could hear the powerful rhythm of his heart.
"That wasn't slow dancing." She sheepishly said against his shirt. She could feel his hands caressing the back of her head and the rumble of his chest when he said, "I know." He responded.
Song Areum felt his hand gliding down until it rested firmly on the middle of her back. He extended his other arm to the side, offering his palm to her. She stared at his palm and realized how reliable, trustworthy, and safe it was.
A small smile graced her lips. She placed her hand in his palm and his fingers curled over it, holding her in place. She gasped when he swiftly pulled her to him until they were just a breath away. In her panic, she had her other arm at the side of his shoulder.
He brushed his nose against hers and smiled, kissing her on the lips and then pulling back to give her some room. He could see her features very clearly. From the speckle of gold in her eyes, their color was like a river of freshly harvested honey, to her lips that were as plump as flower petals.
Nothing in this world could equate to her. When she rested her face upon his shoulder, he endearingly kissed the side of her head, right upon her velvety, soft hair. He treated her like she was delicate. He was scared she might break in his arms. He would never let her go. He knew this the day she stumbled across him in the gardens, a very long time ago.
"I love you." She whispered to him, staring up at him. Her eyes were the very resemblance of autumn's brown hues. They sparkled like polished topaz underneath the morning sun. Filled with joviality, they were shimmering all the hues of brown and gold.
Park Jimin wondered how something could be so beautiful. He was always in a trance when he stared into her eyes. He was mesmerized and intoxicated by her. The only salvation to his addiction was her.
"Silly woman, I have loved you since day one." He breathed out, his lips pressing against her forehead.
His words made her tingle, her heart skipping a beat.
Song Areum didn't know she was losing herself in his eyes. His rigid, obsidian eyes were burning like molten lava, seductive and tempting, but loving and tender at the same time. She had learned all sorts of partner dances from a young age, but when dancing with him, she felt like a beginner.
He moved their bodies with expertise, never once missing a step while their bodies glided through the terrace. They danced without music and neither of them seemed to mind or realize it. His eyes held her captive and she continued to be beckoned by them - like he was to hers.
With her heart in his hands, she trusted he would not break it.
- - - - -
Their dance had come to an end and he was leading her into the bedroom, shutting the french doors behind them. He pulled the curtains shut and flickered on the lights.
Song Areum took off his jacket and draped it over the coathanger. "Can you help me with my dress?" She innocently asked him, revealing her back to him. His eyes did not wander over her inappropriately as he stepped forward. She shivered when his fingers grazed her spine as he began to unzip her dress, revealing the strapless lace bra and her creamy, smooth skin.
Park Jimin swallowed hard. Her body was trembling and he didn't know why. The only thing he could do was lovingly kiss her shoulders. He took his sweet time memorizing every inch of her until his lips settled at the back of her ear. "I want you." He whispered against her skin, his ragged breath tickling her ear.
"Then make me yours."
His eyes flickered with surprise. In one swift movement, he turned her around. His lips crashed upon hers, engaging in a passionate and scorching hot kiss. Their lips feverishly met against each other and all of her thoughts flew out the window. Her body ignited like the flames in his eyes. He angled her head, deepening the kiss. He was becoming more and more dominant, controlling, inching her towards the bed. He came down with her, never once separating their lips to give her room. She had tempted him with her words and now he was punishing her for it.
Song Areum couldn't bring herself to pull away from him. She was lost in the kiss and did not care about finding the right path. She moaned when he teasingly sucked her bottom lip, a pool of warmth gathered beneath her. She opened her mouth for him and their tongues met in a dance as old as time. Her body was loosening, melting, and she was completely defenseless against him. He pulled back to let her breathe. She whimpered at the loss of his lips, wanting more than what he planned on offering her.
Park Jimin was on the brink of losing his sanity. He could feel her delectable breasts pressed against him, rising and lowering while she panted and tried to catch gasps of air. He couldn't resist her anymore. Something hard was pressing against her thighs. Even so, his actions betrayed him. He affectionately kissed her on the lips, just a small peck, in an attempt to satisfy the beast within him.
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Not wanting to trespass her boundaries, he began to detach himself from her, rising to his full height. Suddenly, she grabbed his arm and said, "I'm ready."
His eyes uncontrollably darkened. He retraced back to her and cupped the back of her neck, lightly brushing his lips against hers. She groaned in annoyance at his teasing and made the first move in their kiss. She thought she was going to lead it until he pushed her onto the bed and kissed her firmly. He propped himself up with one muscular arm and deepened their kiss. Slowly, he lowered himself on top of her until their chests pressed against each other. She was trapped.
Every time they kissed, Song Areum would lose herself. She could never bring herself to resist his intoxicating lips. Her hands glided up his chest hesitantly, whilst her mouth mimicked his actions.
He grunted in approval. The hand behind her neck traveled down to her hips where he squeezed it, causing her to let out a sharp gasp. His tongue shoved into her mouth. She whimpered at the invasion and the sensation of their tongues colliding. She clenched the muscles she didn't know she had. Her hands found themselves sliding up his back, hugging him.
Then he pulled back.
She let out a cry at his loss, one that fanned his member a little too much.
"Are you sure?" His voice was huskier and deeper than she last remembered. There it was again. Something pressing against her thigh, so close to her female parts.
Song Areum stared deeply into his eyes, her heart racing. Her breathing was labored, just like his. She wondered how one could have eyes dark as midnight. She could see her reflection in his eyes. Tenderly, she reached her hand up and touched his face. He brought his hands over hers and leaned his face into her palm.
Butterflies, or was it dragons at this point, fluttered in her stomach. She was nervous about the outcome, but she was very certain that she was ready. She gave a small nod of her head.
"My love, express it through words." Park Jimin kissed her palm like it was her lips. She thought that was the end of it until he began to trail kisses down her slender wrist, teasingly, while maintaining eye contact with her. She could feel her toes curl when she stared him in the eyes. Lust. Adoration. Desire. So many things could be used to describe his raven eyes.
"I'm sure."
Slowly, he helped her out of the dress. Once the zippers were fully undone, the gown slid onto the floor in a crumpled mess. "It's going to be wrinkled." She mumbled when he bent down and kissed her shoulders.
"I'll get you as many couture gowns as you'd like." He slowly lowered her back onto the bed.
Song Areum felt like she was melting when he kissed her most sensitive spot, suckling on the area. She let out a cry when he bit down without warning and soothed the area with his warm tongue. She held her breath when he began to kiss lower and lower until he was a breath away from her bra.
Park Jimin raised his eyes to look at her while he slipped off the bras of her breast. He waited for any noise of protest before reaching a hand behind and unclasping her bra. He tossed it aside and never once did he break eye contact. "Are you sure?" He asked again, unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it aside.
Song Areum's eyes flickered to the rigid lines on his abdomen, forming a solid eight pack. Her eyes wandered lower until she saw the prominent v-line. When she looked lower, her entire face inflamed. There was a large tent.
She swallowed, nodded her head, and turned her face to the side.
He quirked a brow. He gripped her chin with his fingers. He growled low, "What did I say before?"
She shivered at the rough tone of his voice. She didn't know why, but hearing his dominating voice made her even more excited than before.
"I'm sure." The second these words left her mouth, he was back on top of her, capturing her lips. "Mmm!" She moaned against his mouth when he grabbed her breast, squeezing it, before kneading the soft flesh. His palm covered it whole, the roughness of his hand against her smooth, velvety skin made her shiver.
She let out a tiny whimper when he began to kiss and lick a path to her breast, capturing the orbs of the neglected one. She gasped, her back arching, pressing her body against him when he teasingly flicked his tongue over the standing pearl. One hand dug into his shoulder blade, holding him to her whereas the other traveled up his spine, igniting sparks as she went. He grunted in approval, his entire body heating up alongside hers.
"Ah!" She moaned when his tongue swirled around her nipples, waves of desire crashing over hers. "I-I can't..." She urgently whimpered, pushing at his chest, the pleasure too intense for her to withstand. He didn't stop. The more she let out tiny sounds, the more his mouth roamed about her breast. She withered beneath him, begging him to continue, but also stop at the same time. Her brain was a mess and after he was done with her left, he moved to her right, leaving the bud perky and hard.
She could barely speak when he captured her other nipple and rolled it with his tongue, his hand showing attention to her left. She clung onto him, her head tossed back, eyes sensually closed. "Mm...t-this...I-I..." She tried to speak, but when he began to suck on her rosy bud, she lost all control of her senses.
She gave in to him.
Park Jimin began to kiss lower and lower until it settled below her belly button. She had been ready the entire night. He could tell by her matching set of lacy undergarments. "Truly sure?" He asked her, his fingers looping onto the sides of the thin, flimsy fabric.
"Please..." She whimpered, her eyes still shut. He wanted to gently take off her undergarments, but when he heard the noise she had just made, he couldn't help himself ripped it off in one motion. She gasped at his sudden movement and attempted to close her legs. It was too late now, for he was already in between them.
He felt her body tense a bit and glanced into her eyes. His hands began to soothingly run from her knees to her inner thighs, his fingers feather-soft and teasing her sensitive skin.
"How can you be so beautiful?" He rasped, staring deeply into her bright, glistening eyes, moist with passion, just like the pink world down under. Her chest was flushed and she snuck a peek at him.
Song Areum was shaking, her legs trembling. She was ready, but even so, she couldn't stop quivering. F-from his tent, he seemed...huge. She didn't know how to react except look at him with wonder.
"Don't be scared, my love. I'll be gentle." He tenderly kissed her on the cheek, one hand holding her hips in place whereas the other brushed the stray hairs away.
"I'm not scared. It's just..." She nervously bit her lip, unknowingly turning him on even more. "I don't want to disappoint you."
Park Jimin let out a dark, seductive chuckle. "Never." He firmly declared, leaving no room for arguments. She slowly nodded her head and his hands trailed lower until it held each of her legs in place. His fingers dug into her inner thigh.
She let out a sharp gasp when he suddenly descended upon her most sensitive area, taking the orb of the oyster into his mouth.
"A-ah!" She loudly moaned when he sucked on it, her back arching and her hips attempting to move. His rough hands did not allow her to move her legs one bit. With no way to free herself from the pleasurable assault, she could only succumb to the pleasure and beg for release. A rush of heat engulfed her while she reached the brink of her ecstasy. Then he stopped and she relaxed. Her relief only lasted a second before his tongue began to lap at her pink world, drawing the alphabet upon it.
"A-ah, n-no, p-please!!" She loudly moaned, grabbing a fistful of his hair, her eyes squeezed shut. She felt something building up within her and when he continued his assault, she felt her body begin to spasm. He was doing wicked things to her and she could only react by gasping for air, panting, and digging her fingers into his hair.
Park Jimin knew she was near. Perhaps just three more flicks of his tongue and she would find her release. He took off his pants and briefs in record's time, ready to place it inside of her the second she came. It would distract her from any pain.
He pulled back his mouth and began to play with the pink bead using his forefinger and thumb. She couldn't handle it anymore, her stomach clenching. She couldn't hold it in anymore. She was at her peak.
"Y-Park Jimin!" She cried out when a pounding wave of pleasure repeatedly slammed into her body, turning it slack as she burst. Her body was drained of strength, turning completely limp. She rolled her face to the side, her chest rising with rapid breaths.
Through her hazy eyes, she saw him bring his fingers to his lips and licked it. "Delicious." He rasped before going back down. "N-no!" She moaned, her legs attempting to close themselves when he began to drink her juices. She wasn't ready for another round of insatiable pleasure. But little did she know, that this was only the beginning.
Song Areum was melting, her entire body cladded with pleasure that weighed her down. His tongue continued to attack her, licking her clean. Her body was still trembling and while she was at the highest peak of pleasure, Park Jimin seized his chance.
"I love you, so, so much." He whispered. He groaned, "This will hurt." Before she could register what he meant, he slid his thick, hard member into her. She screamed and pushed at his chest, her eyes tightly clamped.
"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry, my love." He repeated over and over again. She didn't know she was crying until he wiped the tears away from her eyes. It hurt to even move. She had to steadily hold her hips in place, tears burning at the back of her eyes. She was prepared, but not this prepared
"I-it hurts..." She struggled to said. Even breathing was hard. She dug her fingers into the muscles on his arm, her eyes tightly squeezed shut.
"I know, my love. I know." He hoarsely whispered, bending down to kiss her on the cheeks.
She could feel his large, hot friend pulsating inside of her. It was torturous and he had to dig his fingers into her thighs to prevent himself from pounding deeply into her. He was waiting, waiting for her to become accustomed to it. His brows creased and he forced himself to be patient.
He was going to love her senseless tonight. "Did I tell you how radiant you looked in that dress?" He pressed his lips upon her cheek, careful to not hurt her anymore.
Song Areum knew she was not a virgin, but after two years of nothing ever penetrating that area, it had become tighter than anticipated. She remembered how painful her first time was and how rough the man had handled her. All he cared about was himself and no one else.
But Park Jimin was different. They were worlds apart. It was horrible to compare them, especially when her first was not even close to Park Jimin's current standing. "I'm fine now." She whispered, staring into his eyes with certainty.
"So beautiful..." He whispered, slowly rolling his hips so that she would be accustomed to it first. "So mine." His lips curled into a devilish smirk that made her stomach clench and her toes-curl. He looked like he was ready to devour her.
Song Areum didn't want to lie on the bed like a dead fish. She rolled her hips, earning a sharp hiss from him. "Don't." He warningly grunted, nearly losing the reigns of his beast. She innocently tilted her head and teasingly did it again, his eyes becoming the darkest shade of black she had ever seen.
"My dear, my love, little phoenix, cupcake," He said every nickname he could patiently give her. "If you want to take this slow, I need you to not move."
"What if I want it fast and rough?"
Her response stunned him. His eyes narrowing, "Is that what you want or what you think I want?" He wanted to make tonight all about her. No one else. It was their first time together and he wasn't willing to be so selfish towards her.
She shrank into the bed, "B-both?"
He let out a peal of harsh laughter. She must've enjoyed torturing him like this.
Song Areum let out a cry when he pulled himself out, then gently pushed it back in. She was greedy, her fingers digging into his shoulders whilst her legs wrapped around his lower waist without warning.
A growl of approval surfaced from the back of his throat. One hand held her hips in place and the other grabbed her hand, entwining their fingers together. She will not be able to find salvation or distraction from the pleasure he planned on giving her. She would be forced to only rely on him and he thoroughly loved that fact.
He began to rock his hips, slow and sensual at first, testing her waters. "F-faster." She groaned, throwing her head back, eyes shut while she lost herself in his pleasure.
"Gladly." He grunted, pulling it out and then pounding deeply into her, earning an unexpected cry from her end. She didn't know sexual intercourse was this pleasurable until he thrust his hips, harder and faster, driving her insane.
Song Areum covered her mouth in an attempt to hold back the sounds threatening to leave her mouth. He did not like that, pinning the hand down onto the bed, clasping their fingers together. She had nowhere to escape now and had nothing to hold onto except for him. He was forcing her to feel every rhythm and wave of pleasure.
She was a moaning mess as lewd sounds continuously flowed out of her mouth. "A-ah! P-please!" She cried out, when he picked up his pace, suddenly jamming into a spot that made her scream, "R-right there!" She panted; pleasure, heat, and passion coursing through her. Her hips rose to meet his, though she could barely keep up with his incredible speed.
Found it. There was no turning back now. He could tell she was very near her climax point. She was wildly panting and each sharp gasp added kindling to his flames. Her moans, cries, and soft whimpers were music to his ears. She released one of his hands, her fingers grasping strands of his hair.
Through her hazy eyes, she could see his hands move to cup her breast, her back arching, thinking he would do something to it. "This is mine." His voice was husky and rough, whilst one hand traveled down her stomach, placing a hand over the top of her womanhood. "This is also mine." He growled before slamming into her, hitting her jackpot.
"A-ah! P-Park Jimin!" She screamed his name while she released herself upon him, her body shaking and trembling. He let out a string of curses, burying his face into her neck while exploding inside of her. His thrusts came to a gentle lullaby as he waited for her breathing to calm down.
She felt beyond weak and exhausted. Barely able to move her legs, she forced herself to move her arms, wounding them around his broad, tense shoulder blades. She could feel his rippling muscles clench and pulsate beneath her hands while he rested on top of her. She didn't feel uncomfortable at all, for he didn't transfer any of his weight into her. He didn't move from inside of her until she took every last bit of him.
"Why are you this perfect?" He said after a while. He kissed her shoulder blades, then her neck and rested his face there.
"S-someone once told me to never trust what a man says during pillow talk." She hesitantly told him, his body going rigid at her words. She continued to play with his hair, her eyes lazily opened.
"It seems I haven't made it clear how much you mean to me, my dear. I'll be sure to keep that in mind from now on." He murmured upon her skin, teasing her. "I mean what I said, my dear. You are truly mesmerizing beyond words."
He couldn't bring himself to be angry with her, not when she was working magic into his scalp and turning his body soft as a feather. She always knew what to do to quash his temper and he wondered whether she did it on purpose or not.
"Sometimes I don't know what I did to deserve a woman like you." He sighed contently, nudging her shoulder and kissing any exposed spot he could find. "You don't understand, my dear, how much I love you." He released her hand and embraced her. Even though they were naked and he could feel every single one of her curves, he kept his hands and thoughts appropriate.
"I'm not saying this because we made love-"
"Made love...?" She didn't think he was the type to refer to sexual intercourse as something so...innocent and heartwarming.
"Yes, made love." He firmly said.
"I-it's not séx?"
"No. Never." He lifted his head so that he could stare into the depths of her eyes. "No matter how rough we do it, enough to break the bed, or how gentle we do it, it will always be making love. It will never be just sex with you. Not now. Not tomorrow. Not ever."
Her eyes watered with her overwhelming emotions, sniffling. "And you say I'm perfect? My god, what am I supposed to describe you then?"
Park Jimin let out a warm laughter that made her stomach churn and her heart race. Such an endearing sound. She wanted to wake up to it every morning and hear it before she went to bed. "Describe me as yours." He kissed her forehead, "Just as you are mine."
Song Areum had to use every bit of willpower she possessed to not cry on the spot. A lump formed in her throat. The only thing she could do was rapidly nod her head and hug him tighter.
"How tired are you, my love?" He whispered to her while they were entangled in each other's arms. She didn't understand the purpose of his question and hugged him tighter in response. He took that as a sign that she still had energy in her to continue. A wolfish smile appeared on his face. Her lazily opened eyes widened when he began to move his hips again. She yelped, biting on her bottom lip to contain the moans that were threatening to break out.
"Now, my dear, what did I say about holding it in?" He husked, prying her hands to her side, exposing her body to him. He maintained eye level with her while his hips continued to rock her world, doing wild things that left her mind in a boggled mess. His gaze trailed lower, marveling at the fine sculpture known as her body. "Why are you so beautiful?" He groaned.
"Ah!" She let out a cry when he rammed deeper into her. She could barely breathe, lost in the heavy waves of passion. Her eyes were glazed over, but she could still see the hunger in his eyes as they raked over her body, face, and then finally came to a stop at her eyes.
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Song Areum panted upon the bed, her body beyond weak and exhausted. She thought it would only be another round, but who would've thought two would become five, then eight, and lastly, ten. How did he have so much stamina to keep on going? And each time she reached her climax, he would soon follow after. Never once did he pull out. He continued to fill her body, the same way you placed a bun into an oven.
She could feel her body shaking a bit. She couldn't feel her muscles or even lift a limb, and it seemed that was his purpose, for he had the audacity to smile down upon her
"B-brute..." She groaned at him, staring up at the ceiling. Despite her complaints and pain, she loved every second of Heaven that he gave her. She wanted to repay him the favor many times, but each time she tried, he would only pound deeper into her, declaring that tonight was going to be all about her.
Her body was filled with love bites, courtesy of him, and his back was filled with the marks of her nails. He couldn't care less about what she did to him.
Then he left.
Her eyes widened at the loss of his presence. Her heart raced and filled with fear. Was he the type of man to load and bolt? "Where are you going?" She weakly asked him, but by the time she turned her head to the side, he was gone. She was laying underneath the blanket, cocooned by artificial warmth. She was cold. It was the type of cold that could only be satisfied by his natural heat.
He was gone.
She tried to sit up in bed and failed to do so. Her arms couldn't support her body and she couldn't even move a limb. "Park Jimin?"
"Shh, I'm here, my love." Park Jimin soothed her worries. He was swarmed with guilt. He didn't think he was taking a long time until she glared at him with accusation. He presented her with a soft smile, something white in his hands.
Then he parted her legs again.
Her eyes widened, her body warming up unknowingly. "I-I'm tired!" She yelped, only for her face to flush a second later when she realized what he was doing. He came back with a hot, white towel to clean her off.
"I love your blush, my dear." He sneakily said, a taunting smirk on his face.
She desperately wished she could wipe that arrogant smirk off of his stupidly handsome face!
Park Jimin laughed at her adorable glare. It was an endearing sight for him. He bent down and kissed her nose.
"Y-you're mean." She mumbled to him, shrinking further into the bed as he stood in between her legs.
"I know, my love." He hummed, pressing a chastise kiss upon her cheek. "The hot towel will help with your soreness tomorrow morning." He wiped her thoroughly clean and ensured not a single spot went unnoticed. His eyes were heated upon seeing the love bites he left on her. He smirked to himself. She wouldn't be able to leave the bed tomorrow morning.
After thinking about something, Park Jimin disappeared again. She didn't mind anymore and knew he was probably off to do something else. Her eyes were drowsy and she could barely keep them awake.
Park Jimin returned a few minutes later to see she was close to falling asleep. "Now, now, don't fall asleep so quickly." He hovered over her body, kissing her on the side of her neck.
He reached down and scooped her into his arms. "Hm...what are you doing?" She asked, yawning and snuggling into his honey-tanned body. She could vaguely feel him kiss the top of her head. It seemed he had gotten good at picking her up now.
"Helping you take a warm bath. The heat will encourage blood circulation." He told her as he lowered her into the large bathtub in the center of the room. It could fit five people in total.
"Mmm, it feels good." She let out a contented sigh, her taut muscles relaxing.
"Does it?" He asked her with a tiny smile nestled on his face. He climbed in afterward, surprising her. "I added lavender petals and essential oil into here. It should soothe you even more." He tenderly kissed the spot behind her ears, bringing her body close to his. He hugged her from behind and began to massage her, beginning with her shoulders before traveling down to her arms. Everywhere he touched, her muscles would relax, and soon, she fell asleep in the bathtub.
After massaging her body, he helped her clean it with a loofah. He ensured there would be as minimal discomfort as possible tomorrow morning. Lastly, he patted her body dried and lifted her to their bed. The sheets were freshly changed and clean. During their bath, he had called forth the trusted Old Butler to do it - no other servants except for the Old Butler was allowed entry into his room.
Laying her onto the bed, he resembled a master craftsman placing his finest masterpiece into a cushioned box. He handled her with as much care as possible. He exited to the closet and grabbed something for her to wear whilst slipping on a pair of boxers so that he didn't scare her with his member.
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Song Areum woke up feeling the best she had ever felt in a really long time. She felt a soft, breathable material on her body and realized it was one of Park Jimin's incredibly silky smooth cupro-fabric shirts. She was lying on his chest and one of his arms were loosely wrapped around her waist with his fingers spread across her lower back.
True to what he predicted, she woke up very sore, but it was less than what she anticipated. It seemed the hot towel, massage, and bath really helped after all. She sat up a bit straighter and was breathless by how suave he looked in the morning. She felt that nothing in this world could rival his sculptured features.
Her eyes examined his face with awe and fascination. The front part of his unkempt black hair, tousled from her fingers and a good night of sleep, cast a gentle shadow over his smooth forehead. She raised a finger and lightly traced over his straight nose then towards his cheeks where she gently cupped it and used her thumb to caress it. When her eyes lingered to his sinful lips, her face reddened again. He let out a small chuckle as she buried her face into his chest, smiling on his skin.
"I can get used to this every morning." Park Jimin's deep morning voice startled her. He was innocently playing with the ends of her slightly wavy and layered hair.
"Good morning." She cooed, a tender smile on her face.
Park Jimin's heart raced at the sight of her. Waking up to her every morning was like staring at a Goddess who descended from the Heaven to bless the mere mortals with her beauty. Her long hair cascaded down her back like a gentle waterfall, some parts resting over her shoulders. A few stray strands framed her heart-sha"Did you sleep well? Are you hungry? Are you sore? Shall I call for an Eastern Medicine doctor and have him prepare some concoction for you? Do you feel little kicks? How is our bun? Is it rising, baking, or just flat?" He asked her a series of questions with a straight and serious expression.
Song Areum paused. Then she burst out laughing at how adorable he was behaving. She squeezed her arms out of his iron-grip and used them to wrap her hands behind his head. "You're so cute, my nagging wife." She blissfully said. "I slept too good for it to be real, what about you?"
"My sleep doesn't matter, yours does. How's your hunger level? Does it hurt anywhere? Shall I have someone schedule an appointment with an OB-GYN? Nevermind, you shouldn't go anywhere. I'll bring them to you."
"Pft!" Song Areum tried her hardest to not laugh at his words. "You're so sweet, I love you so much." She squeezed his cheek when he lifted his head to look at her in dismay, eagerly waiting for her to answer his question. "For the record, your sleep does matter. You have so many dark circles under your eyes, the panda called and wants them back." She pinched his cheek again. "As for your other questions, I am indeed sore and hungry. It has been one night since we've consummated our marriage, so the chances of a baby are very low right now. Come back in three weeks and we'll see."
Park Jimin nodded his head and made a mental note to have an OB-GYN visit her in three weeks. "How sore?"
"A bit, but not as unbearable as I thought it would be." She innocently said, unaware that his hands were slipping under her shirt to grab her hips.
"In that case..." He smirked, tossing his boxers aside. Her eyes widened. She opened her mouth to say something, but he sealed the words inside and kissed her as if his life depended on it. Her tense body relaxed as she melted against him. Their bodies were intimately pressed against each other and he could feel her perfectly through the thin shirt she wore.
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"H-how many days do you plan on confining me to our bed?" Song Areum groaned. She was lethargic, for one round turned into three so early in the morning. She had repeatedly screamed and whimpered his name as he filled her completely. He didn't even seem apologetic about it when she begged for mercy from the incredible pleasure he was giving her.
"As long as possible." He grinned, buttoning his shirt and sleeves while sitting on the edge of their bed. He was sporting a pair of her cuff links that she had given him a while back. She wanted to pout and wish he would stay in bed with her all day, but that wouldn't be fair to him and his packed schedule. She knew all she had to do was ask and he would stay without a second thought. However, she kept her opinion to herself and resorted to lying on her side and watching him get ready.
"I also have work, you know." She huffed, attempting to sit up, but he pushed her back down and brought the blankets back up to her chin.
"You, my love, need some rest. Forget about your work for now." Park Jimin seldomly ordered her, but when he did, he left no room for any arguments. After their passionate and loud love-making, he had wiped her clean and helped her change into another one of his shirts.
Song Areum checked the minimalist wooden clock on her nightstand and saw that it was still early in the morning, eight o'clock to be exact. She supposed she could sleep an hour or more. When he left for work, she would have the freedom to do as she pleased. For example, tackling the mountain of work she had yet to finish.
"I know what you're thinking." He told her, knocking on her forehead. "You're not sneaking off to work today. You need to rest." He commanded in a stern voice. But his actions contrasted against his words, for he was tucking her into bed like a henpecked husband.
"But I'm not that tired." She huffed, missing the way his eyes darkened.
"Really now?" His voice dropped an octave, dripping with lust and seduction. He grabbed the top of his tie and took it off, flinging it onto the floor.
Song Areum's eyes widened, her body heating up in anticipation of what he would do to her. "It seems I have not loved you enough this morning." He huskily said, unbuttoning his shirt and taking off the cuff links.
"Don't worry, my love. I'll do it properly this time." She yelped when he slipped into the blankets and grabbed her waist. His lips crashed upon hers, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, and sealing any surprised gasps. She moaned when his hands inched lower, his powerful fingers spreading her legs apart as his thumb pressed into the sensitive and ticklish skin of her inner thighs.
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Song Areum was deep asleep after their very thorough and pleasurable morning. They had gone for an additional round and that seemed to have worked like a charm for she fell asleep right after reaching her climax.
Park Jimin fluffed her pillow with a satisfied expression on his face. Thinking about her exquisite expression: eyes squeezed shut and her appetizing lips that parted to let out her cries of pleasure, he was instantly turned on again, a large tent gathering in front of him. He cleared his throat and decided to take a cold shower after all. He thought he wouldn't need another cold morning shower after connecting their bodies, but it seemed his excited friend had different ideas in mind.
Trudging into the shower, he did his thing and came out freshly showered. He changed into a different set of clothes, but still wore one of her cuff-links. Just like he did for her, she was secretly and sneakily slipping different pairs of cuff-links into his wardrobe occasionally. Every week, he would find himself with at least fourteen assortments of it.
He smiled to himself and shook his head at his attentive little wife. He wished time would stand still and that he could enjoy these happy moments a little bit longer.
Park Jimin made his way downstairs, his gait powerful as usual, his frame large and refined. His long legs easily maneuvered towards the entrance where the servants were already lined up, ready to greet him off.
"Have an amazing day, Master." They all said in unison, bowing as low as they could whilst still standing.
Park Jimin didn't acknowledge any of them or spare them a glance. The Old Butler opened the door and he was prepared to step out, but paused. "Ensure the Madam does not leave the mansion. She is to stay in bed. A walk in the garden is fine, but she must be accompanied by a blanket and maid."
"Yes, Master." The Old Butler attentively said with a ripping, aged voice. He had a very friendly and gentle face, the same ones that almost all elderly people possessed. It was a good facade to hide his murderous abilities. In his youth, he was a famed fighter and assassin who had actively served the Parks, just like his ancestors had done.
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A woman sat down on the living room couch, a Swarovski glass filled with wine in her hands. She took a sip of the sweet, but bitter alcohol that mimicked her heart. In her other hand was a picture of a couple in a compromising picture. She expected this behavior from him, but even so, her heart was clouded with evil intents. Her innocent eyes were ignited with the desire to kill.
Once a cheater always a cheater. The words of Song Areum rang through her mind. Kim Chungha could still recount the day Song Areum cursed her to hell and back with these words.
A bubble of delirious giggles escaped from Kim Chungha's smudged lipstick mouth. Was it from the glass or was it from a man? One couldn't tell from the empty bottles that sat beside her feet. She realized why Song Areum used to drink herself stupid. Alcohol could make one forget their pain and sorrow, even if it was just for a fleeting moment.
Kim Chungha knew she would one day face her demise if she could not please Choi Soobin long enough. She wondered why exactly he fell in love with her. Was it because she was good at the push and pull game? Or was it because she used to be the source of every woman's envy?
To many men, her innocence and seemingly little-to-no desire to scheme was something that was thoroughly appreciated in the upper-class society. Her easy-going and demure behavior lowered the guard of men who always found themselves relaxed and at ease around her. This was exactly what happened to Choi Soobin. Because she was a mere commoner, she did not pose any potential threats to anyone, thus, Choi Soobin was free to be his true self around her.
Kim Chungha gritted her teeth and smiled. She was not going to be foolish like every housewife who found their husband in a compromising position with their man-robbing secretary. She stared at the picture of Sun Hwa and Choi Soobin. She stood up and tossed the picture into the fireplace, watching it burn into crisps.
She vowed to never behave like her mother. Unlike other women, Kim Chungha would not make a mess or throw a tantrum. It would only push Choi Soobin further away.
Her eyes trailed around the unfamiliar house with its unfamiliar windows, curtains, door, and bedrooms. She was unaccustomed to this house, but it was as equally grand as the one she and Choi Soobin had lived in. Her eyes lingered near the doorway, lingering on the leather dress shoes and a large coat hanging by the foyer. She smiled to herself and grabbed her phone, deciding it was time to place her best card down.
Red face. Her eyes contained all of the wonders of the universe and no jewel in this world could rival her.
His heart swelled with adoration.
In a swift movement, he had pushed her onto the bed, enveloping her in a crushing hug. "Goodness gracious, I love you so much." He groaned, burying his face into her hair and breathing in her intoxicating scent. She was beginning to smell like him but in a very feminine and gentle way. He could smell yesterday's lavender on her along with different floral scents mingled with his pine and citrus smell. What a delectable little thing she was.
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Romance⚠️ "Contains references to alcohol, sex, violence." "Stay with me and I will give you everything your heart desires. For you, my darling, I would part the mountains, split the sea, and cause havoc on Earth just to have you." In every love story, th...
