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[1 MONTH LATER]
It's been one month since Ashley recovered from her injuries, and Jungkook played a significant role in her healing process, showering her with love and support. However, despite the tenderness he showed her, his desire for her grew stronger each day.
Every time he laid eyes on her, he couldn't help but be captivated by her pink, plump lips and those enticing curves that drove him wild. It frustrated him that she spent much of her life disliking her body when, in reality, he wanted nothing more than to adore and cherish every inch of her.
His yearning went beyond mere admiration; he harbored fantasies about her that he eagerly wanted to fulfill. Yet, he exercised patience, waiting for her to fully accept him, yearning for the day she would embrace him as hers, allowing him to possess her completely.
"Jungkook!" The man lost in thought snapped back to reality as his wife, standing with hands on her hips, called out to him.
"Why are you standing, Ash? You should be resting," he frowned, moving forward towards her.
"Oh no, not with your 'taking rest' thing again. I am fully recovered, Jungkook," she rolled her eyes and pouted in mock anger, a sight that should have been intimidating, but to him, it was simply cute.
"I can't help it, Ash," he chuckled, cupping her jaw to claim her lips between his, licking on them before thrusting his tongue inside her mouth.
She whimpered and moaned against him, locking her hands around his shoulders. He left the left side of her face only to grasp her waist, making her body flush against his, feeling the warmth of hers.
Leaving her breathless he left those rosy lips that makes him to kiss them every second.
"W-Well," she stammered, looking into his eyes, which were dark and deprived in desire – a gaze that made her shy and blush all the time.
"When are we going back, Jungkook?" she whispered as he was busy inhaling the sweet fragrance of hers, sending shivers down her back. She caressed the muscular biceps of his, holding them tight when he kissed the sensitive spot on her neck.
"Not soon," he replied, punctuating each word with a kiss. "The work here is still left, Ash, and I want us to enjoy the trip that we had left." He then left her and sat on the bedroom couch, pulling her onto his lap.
He snuggled into her bosom, his favorite place where he calmed his nerves but got hard afterwards. She felt tingles and butterflies every time he did that. She loved the way he was clingy with her, never caring about anything.
