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Your eyes met his, and you felt the world melt away. You cupped his face, your fingers tracing the contours of his cheeks, and rested your forehead on his. The intimacy of the moment was almost overwhelming, the connection between you two crackling with electricity.

"You're so gorgeous," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of your own heartbeat. You pecked his cheeks tenderly, your lips brushing against his skin in a gentle caress. "You're some kind of wonderful," you added, your voice filled with emotion.

Jungkook's eyes fluttered closed, his face tilting up towards yours, as if seeking more of your gentle touch.

A slight flush spreads across his cheeks at your words, the compliment catching him off guard.

He pulls you closer, his arms encircling your waist, his face inches from yours.

"You're the beautiful one," he murmurs, his eyes flickering over your face, taking in every feature as if he were seeing you for the first time. "I must be the luckiest man alive to have you here, in my arms."

Your heart swells at his words, the simple honesty in them affecting you more than a thousand lavish compliments.

You let your fingers trail over his chest, tracing the ridges of muscle, the feel of his skin against your fingertips sending tingles through your body.

He groans softly, his eyes closing, his head falling back against the seat as your touch ignites a fiery desire within him.

your lips met his in a passionate kiss.
Your bodies press together, the kiss deep and desperate, both of you pouring all the pent-up desire and emotion into it.

His hands grip your hips, pulling you closer, his fingers digging into your skin as if trying to merge your bodies.

He murmurs your name against your lips like a prayer, his voice ragged and raw.

your lips move from his, trailing down his neck, to his collarbone, your teeth nipping at his skin, the sensations making him moan softly.

He sucks at your collarbone, his hands moving to your backside, pulling you even closer, his arousal evident against you.

His body is coiled tight, trembling with the effort of restraint. He pulls back, his eyes burning into yours as he speaks, his voice filled with a desperate need.

"I want you, I want you so much, it's driving me crazy. I can't take this slow and gentle anymore."

his hands grasp your hips again, shifting you so you're straddling his lap, his hard, length pressed against your core.

He takes a shuddering breath, his fingers digging into your flesh as he fights against the primal urge coursing through his veins.

"Chérie," he gasps out, his eyes dark with need. "ride me."

Your breath hitches at his command, your body responding instinctively to the raw need in his voice.

Your hands cling to his shoulders, your fingertips digging into his skin as you rise up onto your knees, positioning yourself over his length.