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𝕊𝕒𝕪 𝕚𝕥:ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟜𝟛

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The door clicks shut behind her, the quiet of her apartment a stark contrast to the chaos of her thoughts. She leans against the wood, her breaths coming in shallow gasps. As she's leaning up against the door, the sight of Kook stepping out of the bathroom. His towel is loosely draped around his waist, his broad chest rising and falling with each breath. His eyes are dark, intense, and filled with a hunger that's both terrifying and irresistible.

Kook's gaze locks onto hers, the intensity of his stare causing her to shiver. The silence stretches between them, charged with unspoken accusations and unbridled desire. Kooks eyes never leave hers. Kook's voice is a velvety rumble, echoing through the room. "I cleaned up," he says, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "I figured you might prefer me without the scent of battle." Amelia tries to form a coherent response, but the words get caught in her throat as she takes in his damp hair and the way the towel clings to his powerful frame. She nods, her eyes unable to look away from the water droplets trailing down his muscular chest.

Kook closes the distance between them, his hand reaching out to cup her cheek. His thumb brushes over her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. "You okay?" he asks, his voice softer now, the earlier harshness replaced by genuine concern. "Yeah," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "Just... a lot to process." His smirk deepens, and he leans in closer, his warm breath tickling her ear. "Let me help you with that," he murmurs, his hand sliding around her waist. He pulls her against him, the towel slipping away to reveal his toned, tattooed body.

Amelia's eyes widen as she feels the heat of Kook's bare skin against her, his firm grip making it clear that he's not going anywhere. His hand slides up her back, his fingers tangling in her hair as he tips her head back. Before she can protest, Kook's lips are on hers, his kiss a masterful blend of dominance and tenderness. It's a kiss that leaves her breathless, her body responding despite her racing thoughts. Amelia's eyes flutter shut as Kook's kiss deepens, his tongue teasing hers in a dance of passion and power. His touch is magnetic, and she finds herself melting into his embrace.

But as his lips leave hers and begin to kiss down her neck, she musters the strength to push him away gently. "Kook," she whispers, her voice shaking. "We... we should stop." Kook's kisses become more urgent, his hands deftly unzipping her jacket, revealing a tank top with a lace bra underneath. He kisses along the delicate fabric, tracing the curves of her breasts with his fingertips. Amelia gasps as he cups her, his thumbs circling her nipples, eliciting a soft moan from her lips. Despite her protests, her body is betraying her, responding to his touch like it's been starved of it.

"I can't," she says, her voice strained. "We can't keep doing this." Kook's eyes flash with something feral, his hands stalling. He looks up at her, his gaze intense. "Why not?" he whispers, his voice a soft growl. Amelia's breath hitches as she stares at him, the desire in his eyes like a siren's call. She opens her mouth to speak, but the words get caught in her throat. Before she can form a coherent thought, Kook's hands are at the button of her pants, his eyes never leaving hers. His touch is gentle, almost reverent, as he starts to peel them away from her hips. Amelia's breath quickens as Kook slides her pants down, his fingers brushing against her skin.