MERCENARY 3: Descent into Madness |BTS JIMIN FF|

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JIMIN POV

Watching her fall apart like this for me makes me want her over and over and over again. And no matter how many times I see it, feel it, have it, it's never enough. From the first time I touched her, I knew I would never want any other. 

She will never undertand how addicted I am, how she drives me to the point of insanity. How something as simple as a kiss from her ignites parts of me I never knew existed. She's like molten lava running through my veins, burning her way through me. And she will never be able to understand how it feels to constantly burn alive for her. And she will never understand how much I love that I burn for her. 

Gaining back a part of the soul I left in that bathtub with her, I somehow made it out of it and pulled her along. I barely contained myself enough to help her dry herself, and even that was only partially done before I couldn't hold back another second, and carried her over to our bed.

Her legs are loosely circled around my hips, her figners lining my shoulders and tugging on my hair as she looks up at me.

He eyes tell me a million things she could never say aloud, things neither of us have words for, but we don't need them. What I need is her. To hold her, to kiss her, to love her. Nothing more than that. Problem is, my desires are clashing with my feelings and thoughts.

I'm looking at her, and she is so excruciatingly perfect. The brightest, most gorgeous eyes I've ever looked into, lined with a million dark, long lashes. Her small, perfect nose, just made to be kissed and loved. Those incredibly sweet, soft lips of her, the source and the begginging of my entire addiction.

I'm looking at her, and I want to shower her with more love than the universe can hold. I want to kiss her until I burn away under her fire. I want to cherish her and worship her until I'm gone, and when the time comes, I wish to die in her arms.

But then I look at her skin, her throat. I look at the marks my fingers left there, bright red lines where my fingers laid, and the edges slowly but surely bruising. I look at the deeper purple marks I left with my own lips and teeth, and I remember her pleads to go harder, to leave more marks. I look at her chest, and I hear her fighting to take a breath. I feel her trembling with need, her body begging for it without a word needing to be spoken, and then all the previous thoughts leave.

Then I want to tie her down. Stop her from moving. I want to ravish her until there's nothing left of her. I want to bend her over, spread her legs, and I want to bury myself so deep in her that I can't be pulled away. I want to add new marks to those on her neck and add more of them over her ass. I want to leave bite marks all over the back of her neck and shoulders, to remind myself that she was down and bent over for me. I want to have her wrists bear marks of the restraints, knowing she allowed me to have her at my mercy, and begged for it. Gods, I want to ruin her.

'What are you thinking about, baby?' She asks, pulling me out of my train of thoughts, and I have nothing but honesty for her

'I want to absolutely ruin you. I want to hear you cry my name until you can't take another breath. I want to feel you shake and fall apart over and over until you beg me to stop, and then I want it even more.' I brush her hair back from her gorgeous face, parting her lips with my thumb. 'What the hell have you done to me, love?'

She smiled in that blinding way only she knows, raising up to kiss me and take my breath away instead. The drumming in my chest is just not calming. I don't think it ever will with her. I don't want it to.

Her lips are greedily soaking up every word I want to speak, her fingers digging into my nerves and pulling them apart, until she pulls away, giving me another smile.