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ℂ𝕣𝕒𝕫𝕪:ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟝𝟜

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Amelia found herself standing in a familiar room, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a warm light over the plush comforter and the framed photos of happier times. The scent of lavender filled the air, and she knew she was in the safety of her own home, far from the penthouse in Seoul. Kook's strong arms wrapped around her waist, his warm breath brushing against her neck as his lips found hers. 

His touch was fierce, a declaration of possession that sent shivers down her spine. But as the kiss deepened, she felt another pair of hands, gentle and tentative, trace the line of her jaw before settling at her neck. It was Dohwan, and his kisses were tender, compared to Kook's passionate claim.

The room grew hazy as Dohwan's soft touch turned firm, his hands moving to cup her cheeks as he turned her to face him. His eyes searched hers, a silent question hanging in the air between them. Amelia's heart pounded in her chest as she felt herself torn between the two men. Kook's grip on her waist tightened, his breathing ragged as he watched the intimate exchange. 

The air in the room grew thick with the tension of unspoken words and unresolved desires. Without breaking the kiss, Dohwan reached behind her, untying her robe, allowing it to fall to the floor. The coolness of the air made her shiver, and she felt the heat of Kook's gaze on her exposed skin.

With a growl of possessiveness that was almost feral, Kook went to his knees. He positioned himself between her legs, his eyes never leaving hers as he leaned in, tasting the sweetness of her in his mouth. His hands roamed her body with a hunger, and she could feel the power of his love and anger melding together, creating a hurricane of passion that she could hardly contain. 

Meanwhile, Dohwan's arms encircled her from behind, his hands lightly brushing the sensitive peaks of her breasts. Each soft caress sent waves of pleasure through her body, and she found herself arching into his touch, her breath hitching in her throat. The dual sensations of Kook's hungry kisses and Dohwan's gentle caresses created a symphony of sensation that threatened to overwhelm her.

Kook's tongue traced a fiery path along the sensitive folds of her sex, setting her alight with a desire that was as intense as it was unexpected. Amelia gasped, her eyes widening in pleasure as she felt Dohwan's fingers replace his gentle kisses with a more insistent pressure on her nipples. The two men moved in harmony, their actions speaking louder than words as they vied for her attention, each seeking to claim a piece of her soul. 

Kook rose from his knees, a predator retreating to observe his prey. He settled into a chair in the shadows of the room, his eyes never leaving Amelia as she took in the sight of Dohwan's naked form. Dohwan's gaze was equally intense as he pulled her onto his lap, his own desire unmistakable as she straddled him. The air grew heavy with anticipation, the tension a strong entity in the room.

Dohwan's hands gripped her hips as he gently guided her down onto him, his eyes never leaving hers. As he filled her, she couldn't help but let out a soft moan that was a mix of pleasure and pain. The intimacy of the moment was suffocating, her heart racing as she felt the weight of their shared past and the gravity of their present situation. 

He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear, whispering sweet nothings that seemed to resonate through her very soul. Each word a silent declaration, each touch a promise. "You're so beautiful, Amelia," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm to her messy thoughts. "Ride me, show him how much you want me." His words were like a siren's song, guiding her body to move in a rhythm as old as time itself.

Amelia's eyes remained locked on Kook's, even as she succumbed to Dohwan's gentle urging. Her hips rolled in a sensual dance, her body responding instinctively to the dual pleasures of the men she found herself caught between. The fire in Kook's gaze was like a brand, searing into her very being, a silent challenge to the man who dared to claim what he believed was his. 

The intensity of the situation was a heady cocktail, leaving her breathless and dizzy. Yet, she found a strange comfort in the chaos, a sense of belonging that she hadn't felt since her father's warm embrace. Her eyes never left Kook's as she moved, a silent plea for understanding in the midst of this dangerous storm of desire.

The air charged with the electricity of unspoken truths. Each gasp, each whispered word, each touch, was a declaration of love and a silent betrayal. Amelia felt like a pawn in a game she didn't fully understand, yet she couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through her veins. Dohwan's gentle strokes became more demanding, his passion a mirror of the possessive grip Kook had on her emotions. She felt a tear slip down her cheek, a silent testament to the turmoil that raged within her.

The rhythm of their bodies grew faster, a crescendo of passion that seemed to echo the pounding in her chest. Amelia's eyes never left Kook's, searching for any sign of anger or disapproval, but all she saw was a fiery hunger that matched her own. His eyes never wavered, never left hers, as if he was drawing power from her very soul. The room was a symphony of gasps and moans, the sweet scent of desire mingling with the faint tang of the rain outside.

As Dohwan's pace quickened, so did Kook's breathing, his eyes dark with a primal need. He stood up from the chair, his muscles taut with restraint. He stalked over to them, his hand reaching out to trace the line of her jaw, his thumb brushing away the tear. "Look up at me, Amelia," he murmured, his voice a velvet demand. She obeyed, her eyes meeting his, a silent conversation passing between them. "You're mine," he growled, claiming her lips in a kiss that was as much a declaration of war as it was a declaration of love. 

Dohwan's grip on her hips tightened, and she felt a strange thrill at the idea of being claimed by both men. Her body responded, her hips moving faster, grinding against Dohwan as she kissed Kook with everything she had.

Kook's kiss was like a brand, searing through the layers of doubt and fear that had built up within her. His hand moved from her jaw to the base of Dohwan's neck, his fingers flexing in a silent message of dominance. The room spun with the intensity of their shared passion, and Amelia felt as if she were standing on the precipice of something she couldn't quite understand. The air grew thick with the scent of desire and the promise of something more, something that transcended the confines of friendship and loyalty.

Amelia's heart raced as she felt herself being pulled deeper into the vortex of passion that surrounded the two men. The sensation of Kook's hand guiding her, of Dohwan's warmth inside her, was a heady mix that left her lightheaded. Her thoughts swirled, a chaotic maelstrom of love and fear. 

She knew that she couldn't have them both, that this situation was as delicate as a house of cards in a hurricane, ready to topple at the slightest breeze. Yet, the allure of the moment was too strong to resist. She leaned into Kook's kiss, her hands reaching out to grip his shoulders as she felt Dohwan's own orgasm approaching.

The world around her shattered into a million pieces as Dohwan's grip tightened, his own climax echoing through her body. She threw her head back, a silent cry of pleasure escaping her lips as she felt Dohwan's release fill her....

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