𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐗

Glowing

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Chaeyoung rolled over with a groan, feeling muscles in her body she hadn't even known had existed till this morning.

She felt Jungkook slowly trace her spine like he had taken to doing, and involuntarily pressed her still naked body into his. The morning light filtered in through the curtains, keeping the room in semi-darkness.

Chaeyoung looked up at him and raised her hand, tracing his jaw with her fingers, and his sleepy eyes drifted open, a sleepy smile tugging on his lips. He looked at her for long moments, his fingers tracing her naked skin well below her waist before coming back up, the sleepiness slowly fading as his gaze became sharper.

"Are you sore?" he asked in that sleepy, low voice that had somehow attached itself right to her groin sometime last night.

She flushed a little at the question, which was ridiculous considering how intimate the had been, and Jungkook raised a hand to her warm cheek, pulling the one on her lip closer. "Tell me."

Her breathing fastened and she looked at his throat, shrugging. The heat pooling at the juncture of her thighs told her to keep her mouth shut. She felt her husband sigh and start to pull back and clasped her hands to him, keeping him in place.

"Jungkook..." she began but he shook his head firmly.

"No, Chaeyoung. Not until you heal."

Frustration rose within her in a wave and she swamped it down, pushing on his chest while hiking her leg around his waist, putting him on his back, and knowing his strength like she did and how he had flipped her like a pancake multiple times last night, she knew that he let her. Straddling him, feeling his naked body under her, rubbing her breasts over his chest, rejoicing in the hiss that followed it, she flexed her hips instinctively and his hands shot up to hold her waist still, completely immobilizing her hips. Knowing how this was affecting him, feeling the evidence of his growing arousal against her stomach, she leaned down, lining her mouth beside his ear and nibbled slowly on his lobe.

"Look up, Jungkook," she whispered as seductively as she could, running her hands over his chest. "Look at the two of us. Naked. Entwined."

She heard his breath hitch as he did and smiled, feeling bolder than she ever had. She had no reason to be ashamed. This was her husband and they had shared so much intimacy last night and she finally did trust him.

"This is what I looked at last night," she continued in the same husky voice. "When you were going down on me. When you head was buried south. When you were moving in me. When you wrapped my legs over your waist. When you pounded. This is what I was looking at and it was glorious. Look at that mirror, Jungkook. See me move."

Suddenly, she was flat on her back with him looming over her, his eyes fevered like hers probably were, and he growled low, letting her look up at the mirror as he moved to her ear.

"You want me, Chaeyoung?" he started and continued before she could answer. "And have me you will. I will take you anywhere you want, anytime you want, however you want."

Chaeyoung's heart thumped wildly and her hands tightened on his biceps. He continued. "I will take you so hard and so fast your head will spin with the number of times you came and I will take you so slowly you'll beg me to go faster. Oh, I will take you, солнешко, over and over and over again, till you forget what's it is like not having me inside you."