His Ultimate Obsession

22.Entangled Hearts

Jungkook's POV

Lying beside her, I’m still buzzing from our intense connection. The primal satisfaction of claiming her is overwhelming. Every part of me is fixated on how completely she’s become mine.

Her presence is a reminder of our bond—deep and unbreakable. I can’t shake the feeling that she belongs to me. Every breath she takes, every soft sigh, is a testament to our shared intimacy. I want to ensure she knows that no one else can have her—body, heart, or soul.

I’m acutely aware of how fiercely I want to keep her close. The thought of anyone else near her feels intolerable. She is mine, and I’m determined to protect and cherish her.

Her every breath, every slight movement, is a reminder of how deeply I’ve connected with her. I’m acutely aware of how much I want to keep her, not just for tonight, but forever. The thought of her with anyone else is unbearable. She’s mine, and I’m fiercely protective of that.

I want her to feel that she’s completely and irrevocably mine. Every touch, every kiss, is a promise that no one else will ever take her away from me. She belongs to me in every way possible, and I intend to remind her of that with every moment we share.

It had been even more incredible than I'd imagined in my wildest dreams. The way she'd moved, the sounds she'd made - it was all burned into my memory now. I gently stroked her silky hair, marveling at how right this felt.

I turned my head to look at her, taking in her disheveled hair splayed across the pillow, her parted lips, the rise and fall of her breasts. A feeling of satisfaction washed over me, knowing I had been the one to reduce her to this blissed-out state.

When it comes to Ragini, there’s this fire inside me I can’t put out, no matter how hard I try. It’s like she’s in my veins now, under my skin, and every time I’m around her, I lose control. I crave her — not just physically, but everything about her. The way she laughs, the way she teases me with those shy smiles, and how she looks at me like I’m all she needs. It drives me insane, but I can’t stop.

I thought once we crossed that line, once I had her completely, it would calm down, but it’s only gotten worse. I want her all the time, in every way, and it’s never enough. I catch myself staring at her, thinking about pulling her close, just to feel her against me. The way her body responds to mine, the way she says my name when we’re together — I need more of it. I need more of her.

Even when we’re apart, I’m thinking about her. What she’s doing, how she’s feeling, if she’s thinking about me too. I want to be near her, touch her, and hear her voice. It’s like I’m addicted, and the only thing that can satisfy me is her. But even then, no matter how much I have, I still want more. I always want more.

She’s everything I didn’t know I needed, and now that I have her, I can’t let go. I won’t let go. She’s mine, and the thought of not having her makes my blood boil. It’s not just lust. It’s something deeper, something primal. She’s the one who calms me, and at the same time, she’s the one who ignites me. I’m insatiable when it comes to Ragini, and honestly, I don’t want it any other way.

Ragini woke up to the gentle glow of early morning light seeping through the curtains. The warmth of Jungkook's body next to hers was comforting, his arm draped over her waist, possessively. For a moment, she stayed still, watching him sleep so peacefully, his face soft and relaxed. She couldn’t help but smile, her heart swelling with emotions she hadn't fully come to terms with yet.

Ragini quietly slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb Jungkook as he slept. The morning air was crisp, and she wrapped herself in a light robe before stepping out onto the porch. She sat down on the wooden bench, her legs curled beneath her, and gazed out at the peaceful view before her. The soft rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze was calming, but her mind was far from quiet.