Invisible Strings of the Hearts || MYG FF

Chapter 62 🔞

YOONGI POV 🖤

18+ warning (First smut in Yoongi's POV(⁠๑⁠¯⁠◡⁠¯⁠๑⁠).

I kissed her deeply, starting gently, but with every passing second, she fueled my desire more and more. I will go crazy if she keeps pushing my buttons this way but I will not complain at all. my desires only grew up since the day I've lost myself in her..

The kiss turned desperate. I couldn't help it-the need to show her, to remind her how much I want her, how much she is mine, overtook me.

My lips pressed harder against hers, harsher, deeper, until all I could feel was the heat between us, the raw affection, the overwhelming desire.

She's my wife. Mine. All mine. And no matter how close we get, it's never enough. I want her, always, every part of her, every inch of her.

Our bodies pressed together, the warmth of her against me driving me wild. My fingers found their way into her soft, dirty blonde hair, gently tucking a few strands behind her ear, savoring the feel of her beneath my touch.

My other hand pressed hers down on the bed, our fingers interlaced, holding her there as if to ground us in the intensity of the moment.

Slowly, my hand slid from her hair, trailing down to caress the sensitive skin of her neck.

Her pulse raced under my fingertips, the heat between us rising as I kissed her deeper, the taste of her intoxicating, impossible to pull away from.

She was everything, and at this moment, I wanted to drown in her completely.

"Mmmmm yoon-"

She moaned softly against my lips, her voice lost between the heat of our kiss.

I could feel her trying to mumble something, but the need between us was too overwhelming, too raw. Every touch, every press of our lips, made the air around us heavier, charged with an intensity neither of us could ignore.

I pulled back just enough to see her face, her eyes half-closed, pupils blown wide with desire. She didn't need to say a word-I could see it, feel it in the way she looked at me. She was begging, not with words, but with her eyes. Her body was pleading for mine, the silent communication between us louder than any spoken plea.

We needed each other. Desperately.

The fire between us grew stronger, and I couldn't resist. My hand moved from her neck, tracing along her skin, feeling the way her breath hitched under my touch. I leaned back in, capturing her lips again, as if trying to devour her whole, knowing she wanted the same.

"I need you so damn much, Elysium..."

I whispered, my breath hot against her ear as I kissed her earlobe. I felt her body shiver under my touch, a gasp escaping her lips as I pressed deeper into her, knowing exactly how sensitive she was.

"I know" her voice shook as she shiver up.

The way her body responded to me, the small tremors that ran through her, made my pulse race even more. I could feel her breathing become heavier, each inhale and exhale mingling with the tension building between us. The need coursing through me was undeniable, and it was mirrored in her every reaction.

Her gasps, her soft moans, everything about her at this moment was driving me insane. I kissed down the curve of her neck, feeling her arch toward me, her hands gripping onto me like I was her lifeline. And maybe, at this moment, I was. Just like she was mine.

I kissed her neck softly, each kiss deeper, more meaningful than the last. As I pressed my lips against her skin, I whispered between the kisses, my words laced with all the love and possession I felt for her.