THE WORLD SHE PAINTED RED |KTH(18+)

CH-62| FELT SO REAL~

His hand slowly moves up and down her side, his touch sending shivers up and down her spine.

"You look beautiful," he whispers, his eyes never leaving hers. "All wet and flustered."

Taehyung's hands slide from her waist to her hips, his touch possessive and needy. He draws her even closer, his chest now pressed against hers, their hearts beating in sync.

She can feel his breath on her face, his body pressing against hers, igniting a fire deep within her. She tries to find her voice, but all that comes out is a soft gasp, "Taehyung..."

Her mind and body are in direct conflict with each other, her logical side telling her to resist him, but her desire making her body crave his touch.

Taehyung leans in even closer, their faces now only inches away from each other. He lets out a low hum as he notices her eyelids flutter shut, her breath hitching.

He murmurs, "We're business partners..." he starts, his voice dropping to a huskier tone, "We need to be professional..."

He pauses, watching her closely before adding, "But what about off work?"

Isabella's eyes slowly open, her gaze meeting his once again. Her heart is beating wildly in her chest, her mind clouded with conflicting emotions. She should push him away, and maintain the professional boundary. But the way he's looking at her, the way his body is pressed against hers... It's making it harder to do so with each passing moment.

She hesitates, her voice barely a whisper, "Off work..."

Taehyung responds to her hesitancy by grabbing her waist and lifting her up with ease, placing her on the counter. She lets out a soft gasp as she finds herself perched on the counter, Taehyung standing directly in between her legs.

The height difference is now even more pronounced, with him standing between her legs, his body pressing against hers.

His hands are still gripping her waist, keeping her in place. As he pull out his blazer, and steps even closer, his body now completely flush against hers. The wetness of her skin against his shirt causes it to cling to him, making the material translucent and revealing the lines and planes of his upper body underneath.

His hands grip her thighs, his fingers tracing small patterns on her skin, sending shivers down her spine.

He leans in, bringing his mouth to her ear, his voice a low, hot whisper, "You didn't answer my question... What about off work, baby?"

Isabella can hardly concentrate with Taehyung's mouth so close to her ear, his breath hot against her skin. The way he's touching her, the way he's speaking to her... It's making it hard to think straight, let alone come up with a coherent answer.

Taehyung moves his hand to her back, gathering her hair and pulling it over her shoulder. The gesture is unexpected and strangely sensual, sending another wave of shivers down her spine.

He studies her for a moment, his eyes taking in every detail of her face, her body, her expression. She can feel his gaze burning into her, making it harder to think coherently. She can't help but lean into his touch, her body craving more.

Taehyung follows Isabella's gaze and looks into the mirror, his eyes roaming over her body. She's sitting on the counter in her lacey bra, her body exposed and vulnerable in the bright light of the bathroom.

His gaze is heated and intense as he takes in the sight of her, his eyes roving over every curve and contour.

He leans his body closer to hers. His eyes remain glued to her reflection in the mirror, watching the way her breathing becomes more laboured as he closes the gap between them.