Blood Water // Park Sunghoon

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓔𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓮𝓮𝓷

Aura's P.O.V

I felt a rush of heat surge through me as Sunghoon's lips met mine, moving in perfect harmony. His body pressed firmly against mine, his chest rising and falling with each breath. I could feel the weight of his elbow on the bed beside me as he held himself up, his other hand grasping the back of my neck with a tight grip, eliciting a soft moan from me. The intensity of his touch sent a shiver down my spine, and I found myself lost in the moment, completely captivated by him.

As our kiss deepened, my hands instinctively found their way to his face, cupping his cheeks and pulling him closer. Our hearts were beating erratically, and I could hear his quickened breaths against my skin. It was like time stood still in that moment, and all that mattered was the passion that we shared. 

His tongue teased against my bottom lip, sending a jolt of desire through me. I could feel the urgency in his touch, a silent plea for entry that I couldn't resist. With a soft sigh, I parted my lips, inviting him in as our tongues met in a sensual dance. My body seemed to have a will of its own, writhing beneath him in a desperate need for more.

His hand left the back of my neck, trailing down to grip my waist firmly, trying to anchor me in place as my movements grew more insistent. The heat between us was intoxicating, igniting a fire within me that I couldn't ignore. Every touch, every caress only fueled my desire further, leaving me craving more of him with each passing second. It was a delicious torment, a sweet ache that I never wanted to end.

My fingers instinctively threaded through his hair, a gesture that hasn't failed to elicit a primal response from him. Just as it had by the serene lake, a deep groan rumbled from his chest, reverberating against my lips in a delicious vibration. His hold on my waist tightened, the pressure sending a thrill of pleasure coursing through me. If not for my halfling resilience, his grip might have been overwhelming, but instead, it was a perfect balance of restraint and desire. My senses were ablaze with need, my mind clouded with a haze of longing as I pushed back against his firm grasp, seeking more closeness, more connection. 

"Aura." Sunghoon's voice was low and husky, sending a shiver down my spine as he spoke my name in a warning tone against my lips. My eyebrows furrowed with desperation, both of us panting heavily as he pulled away slightly, his fiery red eyes filled with pure desire as he gazed down at me. He was battling himself again, fighting against the primal urge that threatened to consume him. 

"Please," I begged him, my voice barely above a whisper as I used my hands entwined in his hair to pull his lips back into mine. His brows furrowed in restraint at the sound of my whimpering tone, but I couldn't help myself. The hunger within me was overwhelming, a force that I couldn't resist. I needed him, wanted him, craved the taste of him on my lips, in every fiber of my being. It was a craving that consumed me entirely, leaving me breathless. I refused to let him pull away again; if he didn't want me to be like this, then he shouldn't have kissed me like that in the first place. 

Sunghoon's lips claimed mine with a hunger that set my senses ablaze, a primal need driving us both to the edge of control. As my fingers reluctantly left his hair, a trail of fire ignited in their wake, tracing down his chest until they reached the hem of his shirt. With a boldness born of desire, my hand slipped beneath the fabric, reveling in the warmth of his skin as I pressed my palm against his stomach. His reaction was immediate, a shudder running through him at the intimate touch, fueling the flames of our shared passion.

But just as I dared to explore further, his hand shot out and captured my wrist, pinning it beside my head with a firm grip. A gasp escaped my lips at the sudden shift, my heart racing as he moved to completely hover over me, his weight pressing me into the mattress. His other hand joined in, securing my remaining wrist in a tight hold as his lips traveled feverishly from mine to my chin. With a gentle nudge of his head, he guided me to tilt to the side, exposing my neck to his fervent kisses. Each caress was like a brand, leaving a trail of wet and heated marks in their wake, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine.