"Beautiful....And I really want to create a mess....A beautiful mess." His lips brushed against her ear with each word, sending a shiver down her spine.
His words caught her off guard, causing her to burst into laughter. 'You want what?' she managed...
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Taehyung entered his grand mansion, his mind still preoccupied with the recent encounter with Isabella. He called over one of his trusted guards and gave him specific instructions to follow and keep tabs on her.
"Make sure she arrives safely," he ordered the guard. "And watch over her closely. She's brilliant, so be cautious." Taehyung's words carried a hint of concern, betraying his growing worry for her welfare.
Taehyung stepped into his room, the memory of their passionate kiss earlier in the evening flooding his mind. He relived the moment in his head, the heat, the intensity, the way their lips had clashed together in a fevered exchange.
"Damn..." he muttered under his breath, his hand running through his hair. "It was crazy... so intense..."
Taehyung couldn't get the way she had responded to their kiss, the way she had kissed him back with such fervor, out of his mind. It was unexpected, intense... and completely addictive.
"She didn't hold back..." he murmured, his fingers gently touching his lips as if he could still feel the pressure of her mouth on his.
The way she had clutched onto him, pulling him closer. The soft moans that had escaped her lips, like a small sigh of surrender.
"She was so... passionate..." he muttered, his breathing heavy as the images and sensations continued to swirl in his mind.
Taehyung's thoughts turned to the conflicting emotions he had seen on Isabella's face throughout the day. She had been hostile, distant... and yet, there was an undeniable spark between them.
"She hates me..." he said slowly, his voice soft. "But then... why did she kiss me like that? Why was she so passionate, so intense?"
"She could have done anything else," he thought to himself, a puzzled expression on his face. "She could have pushed me away, stayed still, or even slapped me. But instead... she kissed me back. Why?"
The memory of how she had grabbed him by the collar, yanking him back towards her, sent a jolt through Taehyung.
"She pulled me towards her..." he murmured, his voice full of awe and desire. "She took control... and then she kissed me like that."
Taehyung's mind flashed back to the moment she had suddenly pushed him away after their kiss. Her eyes had been wide, filled with a mixture of shame and confusion. Her expression had been as if she had done something wrong, as if her own response to the kiss had been out of her control.
"Did she... feel guilty?" he wondered, a pang of unease in his chest. "Was her response to the kiss... unintentional? Unwanted?"
"What is going on in her head?" he muttered, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "One minute she's all fiery and passionate, and the next, she's pushing me away like she regrets it..."
"Why?" he muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "Why did she kissed me like that, and then push me away? Was it regret?... confusion?... fear?"
