Forced To Marry The Mafia

Wedding Night

As we stepped into the house, I couldn't contain the urgency that coursed through me. In a frenzy, I shed my shoes and accessories, my heart pounding with anticipation. Taehyung, already stripped down to his shirt, exuded a raw, primal energy that ignited a fire within me. His gaze, smouldering with desire, met mine as I approached him slowly.

"Can you please undo my zipper?" I breathed my voice barely a whisper, betraying the urgency I felt. Turning away, I presented my back to him, feeling a surge of electricity as his warm fingers traced my skin. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unzipped my dress, his touch sending shivers down my spine. As the corset part came undone, I felt a rush of heat spread through me, anticipation building with each passing second.

"You know," he began, his voice husky and low, "it is our wedding night." I turned to face him, my pulse quickening at the intensity of his gaze. "Yes, it is," I replied, my voice husky with desire, as I struggled to keep up with his piercing stare.

"Something is going on, and I know you feel it too," he continued, his hands finding their way to my hips, pulling me closer to him. "I'm not going to touch you if you don't want me to." Despite my lack of affection towards him, there was an undeniable pull between us—a magnetic force that drew me closer to him with each passing moment.

But there was no denying the electric chemistry that crackled between us—a chemistry that ignited a wildfire of passion within me. With a sudden surge of desire, I pulled him into a searing kiss, my lips meeting his with a hunger that matched his own. As our tongues danced in a passionate embrace, I felt a wave of heat wash over me, consuming me in its fiery embrace.

As he lifted my dress and I wrapped my legs around his waist, the intensity of our desire reached a fever pitch. With each touch, each caress, the flames of passion burned hotter, threatening to consume us both in their fiery embrace. In that moment, there was no room for doubt or hesitation—just two bodies, entwined in a passionate dance of desire.

In our room, the air crackled with electricity as Taehyung slowly undressed me, his hands exploring every inch of my body with a hunger that mirrored my own. With each touch, each kiss, I felt myself surrendering to the intoxicating pull of desire, losing myself in the heady rush of passion.

As he guided me onto the bed, our bodies pressed together in a sensual embrace, I felt a sense of completeness wash over me. In his arms, I found solace, surrendering myself to the primal urge that pulsed between us. As he trailed kisses down my neck, his hands exploring every curve and contour of my body, I felt myself melting into his touch, lost in the throes of passion.

With each kiss, each caress, I felt myself falling deeper and deeper into a state of blissful abandon. The weight of the world melted away, replaced by a pure, unadulterated desire that consumed me from within.

Taehyung's touch was like a flame, igniting a firestorm of passion that raged within me. As his lips trailed along my skin, leaving a trail of heat in their wake, I found myself arching into his touch, craving more of his intoxicating embrace.

His hands, strong and sure, roamed my body with a hunger that matched my own. Every touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through me, leaving me breathless and wanting more. I felt myself unravelling beneath his touch, surrendering to the sweet ecstasy of the moment.

As he guided me onto the bed, our bodies melded together in a seamless embrace. I felt his hardness pressing against me, a tantalizing reminder of the passion that lay between us. With each movement, each caress, the flames of desire burned hotter, threatening to consume us both in their fiery embrace.

Lost in the throes of passion, I gave myself over to him completely, allowing him to lead me to the heights of ecstasy. With each thrust, each moan, I felt myself drawing closer and closer to the edge, teetering on the brink of oblivion.

And then, in a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss, I let go. I surrendered myself to the pleasure that coursed through me, allowing it to wash over me in a tidal wave of ecstasy. As I cried out his name, my body convulsed with the force of my release, my senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of it all.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still as we basked in the afterglow of our passion. Our bodies lay intertwined, our breaths coming in ragged gasps as we savoured the sweet taste of satisfaction.