My clothes leave my body as soon as I hit Taehyung's bedroom, the anticipation of what's to come causing my heart to race. Usually, he is the patient one, but today Tae seems to be just as eager as I am, his hands already reaching for me before I can even take another step. The air crackles with electricity between us, igniting a fire that promises to consume us both in the best possible way.
When I was a teenager, I never imagined I would find someone who could make me feel this alive and desired. The burn from his touch on my skin, his tongue invading my mouth, and his hands in his silky hair all make me feel so alive and exhilarated in a way I never thought possible. It's as if every nerve ending in my body is on high alert, responding to his every touch with a fervor I never knew existed.
A zap of blinding pleasure shoots through my body straight to my core when he traps my aching nipple between his thumb and forefinger and squeezes while stroking the other nipple with a featherlight touch. I arch my back, which in turn thrusts my breasts closer to him, seeking more of his electrifying touch. The intensity of the moment leaves me breathless, my senses overwhelmed by the sheer passion and desire that courses through me.
He pinches my nipple, then bites the other one, sending waves of ecstasy through me. I moan in pleasure, unable to contain the raw intensity of the sensations he evokes with his skilled touch.
"Look at you, love. So responsive to my touch," he whispers huskily, his voice dripping with desire. He enunciates every word with a pinch and squeeze. "I love torturing these perfect tits and nipples."
His words only fuel the fire burning within me, intensifying the desire that consumes my every thought. With each touch, each caress, I feel myself surrendering completely to him, lost in a whirlwind of passion and pleasure.
But that's the thing with him—he always manages to push me to the edge and then pull me back, teasing and tantalizing until I'm begging for more. He loves when I beg, probably because it gives him a sense of power and control. And as much as I try to resist, I know deep down that I'll always give in to him in the end.
His lips kiss the swell of my breast with a gentle touch, then bite it. I gasp, but then he strokes my nipple, balancing pleasure and pain so perfectly that I can't help but arch my back and moan in ecstasy. His dominance over me is intoxicating, and I willingly surrender to his every desire, knowing that with him, the pleasure will always outweigh the pain.
"Did you think you could get away with your little stunts? Or how you kept me waiting for the past eight months?" He says, his voice low and commanding. I can feel the heat of his breath against my skin as he leans in closer, his eyes dark with desire.
"It was your fault." I manage to say. He derailed the playing hard to get after how he broke my heart and left me hanging for so long. But deep down, I know I missed him more than I cared to admit.
He squeezed my nipple once again, a reminder of the power he still held over me. "You always knew how to push my buttons," he murmurs, his touch sending shivers down my spine.
"Now, it's time you make up for it." He whispers in my ear, licking my earlobe.
No words leave my mouth, only sharp breath and the familiar ache of desire building within me. I look down, seeing my reddening nipples and feeling the heat rising between my legs. His control over me was undeniable, and as much as I tried to resist, I knew I was powerless to his touch.
"Get on your knees, love." He commands, his voice turning dominating, authoritarian, and undeniably arousing.
I am taken aback by that, so I stare at him for a beat as he steps back.
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Twisted Rumours (Twisted series fanfiction #2)
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