You are quite like a wilted flower,
neglected,
dried out,
and crumbled into pieces.
But, why did you still catch my attention with that beyond-belief beauty of yours?
All you need is a little love to bloom,
a little care to grow colorful,
and a litt...
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XLVI: Wilted Flower
Inexorable Desire | Intense craving or longing that cannot be resisted.
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Minho angrily slammed the girl against the door, his voice dropping to a dangerously low growl as he leaned in close.
"You asked for this," he growled, his fingers tangling roughly in her hair.
With that, he seized the fabric of her dress in his large hands, tearing it apart with a single, forceful motion.
He threw her onto the bed, drawing a startled gasp from her. Stripping off his own clothes, he stood before her, towering over her seated figure.
He grabbed her face, pressing his lips against hers with an intense force, leaving her no chance to catch her breath.
She responded to the kiss almost instantly, her hands reaching out to cling to his hovering figure.
Their movements grew frantic, the air thick with tension. His hands roamed with little restraint, gripping her waist possessively as he deepened the kiss, their breaths mingling in uneven gasps.
She clutched at his shoulders, pulling him closer, her nails digging into his skin.
He tilted her head back, dominating the kiss with a relentless fervor, his lips claiming hers as if to erase any distance between them.
The intensity left her breathless, her heart pounding as the heat between them escalated, consuming everything else in the room.
Breaking the kiss only to catch his breath, he didn't stray far, his lips trailing to her jaw with the same fiery intensity.
He nipped at her skin, each sharp bite sending a jolt through her. His hands tightened their grip as he moved lower, his teeth grazing her neck before sinking in just enough to leave behind a mark.
Her soft gasps and the way her body responded spurred him on, his lips and teeth alternating between rough bites and heated kisses.
He seemed intent on claiming every inch of her skin, each mark a possessive declaration of his presence.
