MERCENARY 3: Descent into Madness |BTS JIMIN FF|

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There he is. My husband. On his knees for me.

The dark, silk sheets almost shining under the weak lighting, crumpled under his bare knees digging into the fabric. His bare body is still glistening with droplets of water, barely even covered with a small towel around his waist.

'How would you like me to beg for a taste? Say the word, and I'll plead like no one ever had.'

Tonight, I could have lost him. He could have lost me. If he didn't get out of that bed, we may not have been here. If he was asleep next to me as he should have been, we could have been killed in our own beds. Or taken and tortured. Lost from each other again. I could have lost him, and I would have died with regret. But I don't want to regret anything anymore. I don't want to waste another minute I have with him over fear that I don't need to feel with him. That I can't feel with him.

Slowly, I made my way over to the bed, his eyes never leaving my face as he's still expecting me to give him an answer. To tell him how to beg. To tell him to do whatever, and he will listen without a question. But...

'You don't need to beg.'

Untucking the towel from above my breast, I let it unfold and fall to the ground, slipping down my body until it was nothing more than a piece of fabric on the floor around my feet. He reached his hand out for me, and I took it, but only to climb on the bed next to him.

The coldness of the sheets made me shudder for a moment, but the desire in his eyes, the love he holds for me, it erased the coldness and instead made my blood heat up underneath my skin.

Like him, I got down on my knees, looking up at him just a little as I place my hand on his perfect face. 'You don't need to beg me. Not ever again.'

'Then what do I have to do?'

'Make love to me.'

The hand he had placed on my waist was now frozen in its spot, his entire body following suit by completely pausing. His lips parted as if he was about to take a breath but stopped himself from it.

'I love you. I never want to lose another moment with you. I never want to regret missed moments again, things that could have been but never were. And I don't want to hold onto a fear that is not even there, because with you, I'm not afraid. I never was. Please... love me all you want.'

His arms slipped around my back and he pulled me to his chest, his other hand slipping under my chin, raising it up. 'Can I really? Can I really love you?'

'Only you can.' I smiled at him, letting my hands slip over his chest to the back of his neck

'My one and only.' He let out the quiet whisper right on my lips where his own laid half a second later

This was a different kiss. One where his longing took over. One where he let all the pain out through the gesture so loving, yet the fire of it crackling underneath.

His hand slipped into my hair, angling my neck slightly back, all to deepen the kiss. His tongue flickered out over my bottom lip, asking for entrance, which I gladly granted and greeted him in the same manner.

Under my palm, his heart was nearly jumping out of his chest, slamming into his ribcage. Mine was not better. I could feel my own heartbeat echoing at the end of my fingertips, pulsating with the need for him.

Gliding my hand down his body, I let my heart guide it down to his waist. A sigh fell through his lips as the little knot of his towel came undone beneath my fingers and was now slipping down his thighs and on the bed.

He pulled away from the kiss, leaving us both panting. His thumb was moving over my cheek as his eyes darted all over my face before locking into mine.