Bound by Obsession || Jeongcheol ||

Part 30-The Reckoning of Desire

The storm outside raged on, its fury matching the tempest of emotions within the mansion. Jeonghan stood in the shower, the water cascading over him in a steady stream, but it did nothing to cleanse the burning sensation that lingered on his skin. Every drop felt like fire, a contrast to the cold sweat that had accumulated beneath his clothes earlier. His body was a canvas of marks, the lingering proof of Seungcheol's possessive obsession, each love bite and scratch a claim, an indelible symbol of ownership.

He could still feel the weight of Seungcheol's presence, even though the man had stepped away for a moment. The memory of the kiss, the way Seungcheol's lips had been so demanding, so insistent, that Jeonghan had been swept up in the fire of it lingered like a drug in his veins. His heartbeat thudded louder now, drowning out the sound of the storm, as if the world had narrowed to just the two of them, bound by something dark, something unspoken.

Jeonghan closed his eyes under the water, trying to find a moment of clarity, but it was impossible. Every time he thought he had a grip on his situation, Seungcheol's love, twisted and suffocating as it was, found a way to slip under his defenses. The dagger, the blood, the way Seungcheol had marked him, he couldn't escape the feeling that he was caught in something much deeper than himself. The realization sent a wave of conflicted emotions crashing over him, fear laced with undeniable desire.

But just as quickly, the moment of respite shattered. The door to the bathroom opened with a creak, and Seungcheol's figure appeared in the frame. His eyes locked on Jeonghan, intense and smoldering with an unreadable emotion.

"You think you can wash me off?" Seungcheol's voice was soft, almost a whisper, but the weight of his words was unmistakable. He stepped closer, his movements slow, predatory. The man's aura had always been one of dominance, but now, in the intimate confines of the shower, it was overpowering, suffocating in the most seductive way.

Jeonghan didn't speak. His body, trembling not from cold but from the pull of Seungcheol's magnetism, betrayed him. He stepped back instinctively, trying to maintain space, but Seungcheol was there in a blink, his hands grasping Jeonghan's wrists, pulling him closer.

"Seungcheol—" Jeonghan tried to say, but the words dissolved as Seungcheol's lips crashed into his, silencing all protests.

The kiss was deep, hungry, an undeniable claim, a union of two souls that could never be broken. Jeonghan's hands clenched against Seungcheol's chest, feeling the sharp rise and fall of his breath, the heat radiating from his skin. Seungcheol's tongue swept across Jeonghan's lips, coaxing him open, as if he were savoring the very taste of him.

And then, just as suddenly, Seungcheol pulled back slightly, his eyes studying Jeonghan's flushed face, the marks on his neck, his collarbone, everything that spoke of Seungcheol's possession.

"You belong to me," Seungcheol murmured, his words low and thick with desire. His hands moved to trace the love bites on Jeonghan's neck, the remnants of their earlier encounter, his fingers light and tender but with a possessiveness that was undeniable.

Jeonghan shivered. The coldness of the water did nothing to ease the heat pooling in his chest. His heart raced. Was it fear? Was it longing? The boundaries between the two had blurred.

Seungcheol's lips ghosted over his jaw, moving lower until his mouth was at Jeonghan's throat. He pressed a soft kiss to one of the love bites, sending a shock of heat through Jeonghan's body. Then another. And another. His lips felt like fire against Jeonghan's skin, the very air between them thickening with desire.

"Don't hide from me," Seungcheol whispered, his voice a rough caress against Jeonghan's ear. "Don't pretend you don't want this."

Jeonghan didn't have an answer, because deep down, a part of him did want this. A part of him wanted to give in completely, to embrace the darkness that Seungcheol was offering, to allow himself to be swept away by it, by him. The gentle, almost comforting weight of Seungcheol's hands on him sent his pulse into overdrive.

And then, Seungcheol's lips were back on his, this time with a raw intensity that left Jeonghan breathless. Every kiss seemed to pull him deeper into Seungcheol's world, one where there were no escape routes, no way to break free from the web that had been woven between them. His body responded, betraying him further. His hands, instead of pushing Seungcheol away, gripped the man's shoulders, pulling him closer, craving the sensation of being so utterly marked, so completely his.

Seungcheol's hands roamed, not gently this time, but with a possessive force, exploring every inch of Jeonghan's body as though he were laying claim to him once more. The touch was burning, aching, and Jeonghan moaned softly, his breath coming out in short gasps as Seungcheol's lips and hands left no part of him untouched.

Seungcheol's lips traveled lower, his kisses now following the path of Jeonghan's collarbone, tracing each mark, each bite, as if savoring the evidence of their bond. "You'll never be able to escape me," Seungcheol murmured against Jeonghan's skin, his voice husky and dripping with need. "Not now. Not ever."

Jeonghan's chest tightened, the words sending a jolt of awareness through him. He was caught. He was marked. He belonged to Seungcheol, and he always would.

But just as he felt himself slipping into the dark embrace of this love, Seungcheol's hands slid lower, reaching for Jeonghan's waist, pulling him closer until their bodies were flush against each other. The heat between them intensified, the proximity only feeding the flames of desire.

In that moment, surrounded by water, shadows, and a storm that had nothing on the tempest within them, Jeonghan gave in. He kissed Seungcheol back, hard and desperate, his lips bruising from the force. This was no longer just about possession. It was a reckoning of desire, a consuming fire that had no end in sight.

Seungcheol smiled into the kiss, a twisted satisfaction in his eyes as he kissed Jeonghan with an intensity that left no room for doubt. "You're mine," he whispered between kisses, each word a vow, a promise, a curse.

And Jeonghan, for the first time, let himself believe it.

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