황실의 사랑 이야기 (Hwangsil-ui Sarang Iyagi) - The Imperial Love Story

Chapter - 54

The night was still, the moonlight filtering softly through the ornate windows of Yongbok's chamber. A fire crackled gently in the hearth, casting a warm glow across the room, highlighting the soft silk drapes and polished marble floor. But Hyunjin wasn't focused on any of that. His attention was locked entirely on the figure standing before him.

Yongbok stood by the window, his night robes barely clinging to his body, leaving his toned chest exposed. The fabric hung loosely around his shoulders, teasingly revealing the lines of his muscles. His long, white hair was unbound, cascading down his back, with a few ornaments glinting softly against the inky strands. The sight was enough to make Hyunjin's mouth go dry, his heart pounding in his chest as he fought to keep control of himself.

But it was impossible. Not with Yongbok looking the way he did—so effortlessly breathtaking, so alluring. His body was practically calling out to Hyunjin, and the more he tried to steady his racing thoughts, the harder it became to focus on anything but his desire.

Yongbok turned to him, his eyes locking onto Hyunjin's with that intense, knowing gaze. The corners of his lips curled upward into a smirk, clearly aware of the effect he was having on Hyunjin.

"You're staring, Hyunjin," Yongbok teased, his voice low and velvety, making Hyunjin's knees feel weak.

Hyunjin's breath hitched, his face flushed with both embarrassment and undeniable want. His eyes couldn't help but roam over Yongbok's exposed chest, the curve of his muscles, the soft rise and fall of his breathing. Heat pooled in Hyunjin's stomach, spreading through his body like wildfire, and he swallowed hard, feeling the tension rise to an almost unbearable level.

"I..." Hyunjin's voice was barely a whisper, shaky with need. He couldn't form words—couldn't think clearly. All he could focus on was how badly he wanted to feel Yongbok's skin against his, to taste him, to lose himself completely in the prince's arms.

Yongbok took a step closer, his smirk deepening as he noticed the way Hyunjin's eyes darkened with desire. "Something on your mind?" he asked, his voice teasing, almost mocking.

Hyunjin bit his lip, his body trembling slightly under the intensity of his feelings. He could feel his arousal building, the heat between them almost suffocating. His gaze flicked down to Yongbok's chest again, and he had to clench his fists to stop himself from reaching out to touch.

"I can't help it," Hyunjin finally admitted, his voice raw with want. "You're... you're driving me crazy."

Yongbok's eyes glinted with amusement as he closed the distance between them. "Is that so?" he whispered, his voice like silk as he leaned in, his breath hot against Hyunjin's ear. "Do you want me to take care of that?"

Hyunjin's pulse raced, his skin tingling with anticipation as Yongbok's words sent a shiver down his spine. His body ached with desire, every inch of him screaming for the prince's touch. He nodded, his breathing uneven as his control finally snapped. "Please..." he whispered, his voice barely audible, filled with need.

Yongbok chuckled softly, his hand reaching out to brush against Hyunjin's cheek. His touch was light, teasing, and it made Hyunjin's body shudder with pleasure. "I like it when you beg," he murmured, his fingers trailing down to Hyunjin's neck, lingering just above his racing pulse. "But I think you need to be a little more desperate."

Hyunjin's knees nearly buckled at the sound of Yongbok's words. He was already desperate—more desperate than he had ever been in his life. His body was burning with need, every inch of him aching for Yongbok's touch, his kiss, his everything. He let out a shaky breath, his voice trembling with frustration and want. "Yongbok... please, don't tease me."

Yongbok's smirk widened, clearly enjoying the power he held over Hyunjin. He took his time, his fingers trailing lower, brushing over Hyunjin's collarbone and making him gasp softly. The tension between them was unbearable, and Hyunjin felt like he might explode if Yongbok didn't do something—anything—soon.

Without another word, Yongbok leaned in, his lips brushing against Hyunjin's in the softest of kisses. It was slow, deliberate, and yet it ignited a fire in Hyunjin that was almost too intense to bear. He moaned softly into the kiss, his hands trembling as they reached up to grip the fabric of Yongbok's robe, pulling him closer.

Yongbok's lips moved against his with precision, his kiss gentle yet filled with a dark intensity that sent Hyunjin's mind spinning. He could feel the prince's hand slide around his waist, pulling him closer, pressing their bodies together. The heat of Yongbok's chest against his own made Hyunjin's head spin with lust, his body practically melting under the sensation.

Yongbok deepened the kiss, his lips moving slowly but with purpose, teasing Hyunjin's mouth open and slipping his tongue inside. The kiss was electrifying, each movement sending jolts of pleasure through Hyunjin's body. His heart pounded in his chest, and he couldn't stop the soft moan that escaped his lips as Yongbok's tongue explored his mouth.

Hyunjin's entire body was trembling with need. His hands slid up, tangling in Yongbok's long hair as he pulled him closer, pressing their bodies together so tightly that he could feel every inch of the prince's skin against his own. His mind was foggy with lust, his body aching for more—more touch, more heat, more of Yongbok.

Yongbok pulled back slightly, his breath hot against Hyunjin's lips as he whispered, "I can feel how much you want this."

Hyunjin nodded, unable to form words, his breathing ragged as his fingers tightened their grip in Yongbok's hair. "I need you," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire.

Yongbok smiled, his eyes dark with lust as he leaned in again, his lips capturing Hyunjin's in another searing kiss. This time, there was no holding back. The kiss was fierce, hungry, filled with all the pent-up desire that had been building between them for so long.

Hyunjin moaned into the kiss, his body pressing even closer to Yongbok's as he let himself be consumed by the prince's touch. The kiss was everything—intense, passionate, overwhelming. He couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn't focus on anything but the feeling of Yongbok's lips against his, the heat of his body, the overwhelming need that pulsed through every part of him.

When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other as they shared the same space, their breathing heavy and uneven. The room around them was silent, but the air was thick with the weight of their desire.

"You're mine," Yongbok whispered, his voice low and filled with possessive promise.

Hyunjin, still trembling from the intensity of the kiss, nodded, his eyes locking onto Yongbok's with an intensity that matched the fire in his heart. "Always," he whispered back, his voice filled with unwavering devotion.