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He fucked the life out of me.

No literally, I thought the expiration date of my pussy was reached after he started that third fucking round. 

Never—Never have I had sex that animalistic before; it left my mind in the finest of mush. It was life changing in the best way possible; just thinking back to what I had before made me realize just how strong this soulmate bond was. I was finally deeply rooted from within my soulmate.

Not only did he fuck my brains out, but he also left me damn near fucking immobile. I could barely stand let alone walk down the steps without slipping to my ultimate doom—Yoongi assisted me; it was the least he could do after fucking my organs up.

That mind numbing workout left me in shambles thinking what my cheetah might do to me. He'll do more than just rearrange these organs, he'll have them slipping out my vagina like a slip n slide. 

It was safe to say I learnt my fucking lesson; I wouldn't be messing around with their biology ever again. Just imagining what Yoongi could've did if he started working with more of his kinks had my—already sore—pussy throbbing. The way he thrusted into me with the strength of every deity, the way he left hickey's that would last days—maybe even weeks, the way his hot seed swirled inside of my womb as if begging me to get pregnant with his kits—it showed me just what these men were capable of.

These apex predators weren't to be fucked around with. And my poor pussy learned that the hard way, because we were suffering in the middle of this damned meeting. Wobbly legs were barely able to stand up still while a terribly blank-faced cheetah stared scorching beams into my body. I want to believe he'd wait for Thursday, just to give me a chance to bring myself back down from that fuck festival.

But the way he was gazing at me had every hair standing up on my skin, had my core throbbing in nervousness and expectancy, and had me cussing my past self for her stupid ass decisions. He was worse than my owl—way worse. 

The dominance and slight sadistic tendencies he masked behind that cheery face was fucking terrifying when it wanted to be—and such a turn on. That's why he always had me aroused with every lingering touch, every sharp glance my way, every torturously teasing kiss that had me aching for more. 

Though, when he granted my lustrous desires of providing me more of him, I'd always end up caught up in his sticky web of temptation, hopelessly trying to tease him only for it to painfully backfire in the end.

That cheetah knew and used it to his advantage. One that always had me in complete submission. I wouldn't be surprised if my biology starts convincing itself into being a prey hybrid.

"Sunhee?"

A shake to my shoulder brought me back to the painful reality of a sore pussy and an intimidating cheetah. I blinked once and slightly turned to see a concerned owl, bent down close to my height to talk to me. From my peripheral, I noticed the many businessmen and directors packing up their stuff to leave.

Fuck I hope he didn't ask me for something. I pray I didn't embarrass them.

"Shit—is the meeting already over?" I messily whipped out my tablet to see when it was supposed to end, wincing when I realized it in fact has concluded. How long was I blanked out for?! "Fuck I'm sorry Yoongi I didn't—I wasn't taking notes and—"

"Hey, look at me." A tranquil voice had my nerves settling in mere seconds, it being accompanied by soft touches to my flushed cheeks. Fuck this probably looks so unprofessional. My nerves started to swell up again as I glanced over to the meeting table, and sure enough, a couple high-end folks were blatantly watching. "Sunhee. Look at me." He repeated more sternly, keeping his volume low.