His Keen Desire-A Typical Love Story

Ch. 32. Happy Birthday Baby

"Please end my sufferings." He uttered with immense helplessness.

Now he was getting tired of stopping himself every time. Her closeness always took away his senses, but he had to turn back every time after coming so close to her lips.

Aabi looked at him uncomprehendingly.

"I am a man, and how much more can I hold myself back?" Rubbing his nose tip to hers he breathed out on her lips.

The desperation in his tone made her soul shiver.

And now his yearning was getting even more intense because Aabi has stopped pushing him away from her. But at the same time, she was not allowing him to go beyond a certain limit.

"How much more time do you need? How long should I wait?" His one hand was moving anxiously on her waist while the other was resting on her jaw. "Drop these barriers now. Give yourself to me. I'll keep you like a crown jewel." His thumb was playing with her lower lip. "Do not torment me anymore." Transferring his breaths to her, he pleaded with a visible need in his voice. "Don't test my patience."

Aabi was silent. She had no answer to satisfy his burning needs.

"Why don't you let us be one? Why do you turn away from me after igniting fire in my heart every time."

There was him, Jungkook who was ready to die for Aabi and then there was Aabi, who could not even glance into his eyes confidently.

His eyes were fixed on her shivering lips. He found it the hardest thing in the world to take his eyes off her pink plump lips at that moment.

"I want to torment you just like you always torment me." Grazing his warm lips over her cold ones he spoke in an almost shattering state. "But then I think that the day I get permission from you, will I even be able to think of torturing you? The answer always comes as NO." Chuckling hoarsely his voice dropped to an extreme octave. "I can't torture you like the way you torture my needs."

"I... I do not understand... your words... at all." She hardly managed to speak because Jungkook's lips were brushing against hers. "I did never... tormented you..."

Jungkook slowly captured her quivering lips, entangling her next words and her shaky breaths in his own.

Aabi shut her eyes tightly. Helplessly at his touch, which was intensifying moment by moment, she tried to take support by holding his arms.

One would think it's too strange to witness that, to escape the intensity of his touches, she was seeking refuge even in his chest.

She was confidently relying on her ruiner.

The atmosphere was filled with an aroma of solitude. In this stirring silence there were only the sounds of their heartbeats that echoed loudly.

Aabi tried to pull her half off shirt up from her shoulder, but Jungkook stopped her by holding her hand. "Please allow me. I'm getting tired now. I just want to make you mine."

Aabi was feeling like she was going to be choked by him tonight. Her avoidance and her little attempts to hide herself were enough to seduce the person standing in front of her, drinking her lips drop by drop.

"The more you try to run away from me, the more my heart exhorts to cherish you." Describing his love through his earnest words he collected the wetness of her lips on his.

His lips were moving smoothly on Aabi's lips in perfect balance.

"Am I not under some spell of a dream?" Detaching his lips from her he diligently spoke encircling his eyes round her soaked body which was snatching his ability to think straight.