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It's been two weeks since we spent time together.
It's hard to fall asleep alone if you're used to being cuddled up next to a strong, warm body and falling easily asleep to the soothing sound of the other person's breathing.
After taking a shower and eating way too much, I sit on the balcony, sip my coffee and enjoy the Last sunny, warm autumn days before winter breaks in. The doorbell ringing makes me flinch and I shake the thoughts away before I look down at the door.
"Sir, are you lost?" His head shoots up and his gaze burns into my soul. Oh, he is pissed. I place my The Eight mug on the small table as I stand up and walk over to the door. I can tell by his footsteps how pissed and angry he is, I don't know if I should dare to ask what's wrong.
I check my phone. 3 messages from Soo-Ri and two calls from Iseul.
Oh, fuck.
I open the messages. "Hi, we tried to call. We're on our way." "Just a heads up, he's really angry." "Too much to text. Maybe he'll tell you, otherwise, we'll talk at dinner."
As I read he walks in, the door slams shut. He presses a hard kiss on my head and walks straight into the bathroom. Another door slams shut. "Hello to you, too. Please don't destroy my apartment, thanks."
After a few minutes he comes back. He doesn't look as angry as he did when he walked in, but he doesn't look calm either.
"Do you feel better?" He shakes his head. "No" He takes my face between his palms and pulls me into a kiss. A rough one. A rough, hot one. "Ko-" He doesn't give me the opportunity to speak. He doesn't break the kiss. His hands roam all over my body, as he pushes me towards the couch. I lie down. His eyes are on fire, gaze burning in desire and lust and I am not able to take a breath. His mouth is on mine again and his tongue finds its way into my mouth as his right hand unties the cords of my joggers and he starts undressing me. "Mhmm, Ko-" He bites into my lower lip.
Oh, fuck me, he's that mad. "Undress," he demands as He sits back on his heels and slips the condom on. I take my panties and joggers in one off and before I can shake them off the ankles he grabs them and throws them next to the couch. He bends over me. I can feel him. "Are you go-" He covers my mouth. His gaze fixes mine and I try to find something in it that might give me a hint of what's been going on, but I fail. "I don't need to talk. I need my fucktoy now." I smile against his palm and spread my legs as much as I can without feeling uncomfortable. I hang my right leg over the armrest of the couch and raise a brow.
"Fuck, Calliope. I knew you'd be my downfall." He whispers in my ear followed by a deep, gasp as he enters. My eyes flutter shut, and a deep moan crashes against his palm. Once I got used to his thrusting I wrap my legs around his waist, I need him closer, deeper. He buries his head into the right side of my neck as his right hand cups my face and his thumb pushes my head up. He nibbles on my neck and places a soft kiss on my throat before he closes his right hand around it. God, I missed this. I lick my lips as I watch him fucking me. Our eyes meet. It's not enough. He needs more. He rests his head against mine. I kiss him, he squeezes his eyes shut and I can feel how his inner wolves are fighting. He chokes harder and I fist the pillows next to me. "I-I'm sorry. I - I need more." I feel a knot building in the back of my throat. I try to swallow it down. I'm not in pain. He isn't hurting me, but can tell by the sound of his voice that he is, and that's what's hurting me. I spread my legs and give him the access he needs. He changes the rhythm, he releases my throat and grabs the backrest of the couch. I exhale sharply. He thrusts faster, shorter and it doesn't take long until he loses control. I reach up, lift my head and kiss him. He groans into my mouth as his body shakes through the orgasm.
