He owned Me [Completed]

Book 3: 8

Echoes of grunts and moans filled the room, dissuading every concerned servant with a flushed face who approached the door in worry for their master. Hardly anyone had caught a glimpse of the head of the estate and his wife for two consecutive days, except for a select few summoned to deliver their meals. Gossip of their scandalous absence reverberated through the mansion's hallways, while a handful of delusional maids, hoping for an opportunity with the ruler due to his wife's perceived incapacity, found themselves profoundly disheartened by the sudden shift in their relationship dynamics.

Saya's fingers clenched Taehyung's hair, tugging as he thrust in and out of her with a rhythm that left her squirming and whimpering. Despite his lean figure, she couldn't deny his stamina, which seemed to match that of a raging bull. Years of pent-up frustration and hatred now transformed into intense lovemaking, reaching a point where she felt every muscle in her body on the verge of giving up.

She didn't hold back, screaming his name to articulate precisely how he made her feel. Her nails dug into his back at every opportunity, breaking his skin and drawing blood, solidifying the wild nature of their intimacy. Her body was littered with marks, all red and blue while his didnt look any different either. Every piece of furniture in the room had been utilized in their sexual escapades. From the bathroom tub to the couch on the balcony, Taehyung had explored every conceivable form of intimacy with her, leaving no corner of her.

With the final thrust as Taehyung her in walls with his thick cum, they were sweating as if they were in a sauna. Their breathing was erratic, their bodies sore, Saya did not even have the strength to push away the man on top of her who embraced her letting their hearts race in sync. Despite the culmination of their passionate act, Taehyung made no attempt to withdraw from her. He savored the sensation of being intimately connected to her as if they were not two but one whole being. 

"I swear I do not want to stop" Taehyung exclaimed lamenting their physical limitation as a human otherwise no force in the universe could have stopped him from continuing.

"I swear I will not hesitate to kill you if you don't stop" Saya retorted, her voice strained and breathless from all the lewd screams and moans that escaped her throat. 

He shifted slightly below to remain above her, ensuring his weight didn't bear down on her while his chin nestled gently between her breasts.

"Is this what heaven feels like?" he teased, his playful smile lighting up his features as he booped her nose, a gesture hinting at his jolly mood. The last time she had seen him in such high spirits was aboard the yacht five years prior, after he had purportedly rescued her from Casadia. 

Saya wrinkled her nose at his cheesy remark, suppressing the strong urge to roll her eyes. "That has to be the most clichéd line after sex," she grumbled.

"How about, 'If this is what hell feels like, I'm glad I'm a sinner'?" He raised an eyebrow, awaiting his wife's assessment of his pickup line.

Saya offered a neutral expression, indicating the line was average at best.

"Don't lie, your heart must have fluttered" he narrowed his eyes, attempting to detect the slightest hint of dishonesty.

"You don't make my heart flutter, Taehyung, you make it suffer," She said as a matter of fact and tittered at his reaction.

"I bet you can't do half a good as me" Taehyung claimed rolling to the side and reclining on his back against the plush mattress.

"I am a woman, I don't need pickup lines, all I need to do is wear a short dress and sway my hips as I walk past a man and he will be left to pick himself up"

Taehyung found himself unable to deny her word;  she was a beauty unlike any that had ever graced the earth, and perhaps unlike any that ever would. She possessed a captivating charm like a force to be reckoned with—a power capable of shaping destinies and sparking both love and conflict with but a single glance. He acknowledged that he would even be prepared for a war himself if the situation demanded it.