"What if I don't stop?", I say bravely,
not understanding where the courage comes from. But at this point, I also don't care.
The tension is so immense and the way he looks at me doesn't reduce it at all. He looks at me with those piercing glaring e...
he said, offering no further details before we both drove off.
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Despite my barrage of questions, he refused to give me any clues. Eventually, I gave up and focused on the road, trying to glean any hints from our surroundings. His one arm was steady on the wheel while the other rested on the armrest, his fingers running up and down his sharp jawline. He seemed nervous, his eyes glued to the road, brows slightly furrowed as if lost in deep thought.
"Stop biting your lips", he suddenly says, his eyes still on the road. I hadn't even realized I was doing it, as I was too absorbed in my own thoughts.
I looked at him, and he smirked "I want to be the only one biting them."
My face flushes red as I remember how he had explored every inch of my body with his lips, sending me to heaven and giving me a pleasure I had never believed existed. His touch and kisses had been so sure, so experienced, it was hard to believe it was his first time as well.
"You already bit me everywhere like a vampire," I say, pointing to my neck, which I had covered with concealer to hide the hickeys he left.
He glances at me and chuckles, sending shivers through me with minimal effort. Just one look from him was enough to heat up my face and core.
Weak, Liv. That's really weak. But that's what he makes me: weak and strong at the same time.
But then I remember how he had reacted to my touch, the way he breathed and moaned whenever I kissed him back. So from the impact I had on him, I knew that I wasn't the only one experiencing unholy pleasure.
Playfully, I place my hand on his thigh and watch him tense up under my touch.
Trying hard not to laugh, I ran my fingers up and down his leg. His grip on the steering wheel tightenes, and he straightenes in his seat.
"I'm driving," he says, trying to stay calm.
"I know," I reply cockily, catching him off guard. He gives me a warning look and mutters some curses under his breath while sucking on his lip piercing, clearly struggling to keep his control.
Tempted to push him further, I squeeze his thigh. Suddenly, he pulled over to the side of the road amd stops the car. I gasp and blink in disbelief "J-Jungkook—" I am cut off when he crashes his lips against mine, his hand harshly pulling on my jaw. The kiss is aggressive and desperate, and I can barely keep up with his pace.
"Don't," he bites my bottom lip.
"Ever," another bite.
"Tease me," my heart pounds loudly.
"Like that," he breathes out, then finally licks over my swollen lips before pulling back.
I am frozen and taken aback, my face probably the darkest shade of red. He chuckles mischievously and ruffles my hair before starting to drive again. Now I am 100% sure this guy is bipolar—how could he change moods so quickly?
