A Game Of Love & Flames (Minsung)

Chapter 29

MINHO

The moment I caught him, it was like time slowed down. Jisungs back, pressed against my chest, breathing hard, pupils blown wide as he stared up at me. The rush of adrenaline from the chase was nothing compared to this, the sight of him in my grasp, flushed and trembling, trying so hard to look defiant even though we both knew he'd already given in.

My hand found his throat, my fingers curling just enough to feel the frantic, uneven beat of his heart beneath the supple warmth of his skin. God, he was so soft. Everything about him was.. his skin, his lips, the faint sound of his breathing hitching every time I moved closer. He didn't pull away, not really, but I could feel the tension in his body, the anticipation as I leaned in, letting my breath skim over the back of his neck.

It sent a shiver through him, just like I knew it would. The way his shoulders trembled, the barely there, arch of his back, the soft, breathy sound he made when I tightened my grip on his throat just a little more. It was intoxicating. He was trying to hold himself together, but I could see the cracks forming the way he squeezed his thighs together, trying to keep some semblance of composure.

"Still want to act like you don't want this?" I murmured, letting my lips brush just below his ear. His breath hitched again, a stuttered exhale that betrayed him completely. My other hand slid down his side, slow and deliberate, savouring every inch of him as he squirmed beneath my touch. The material of his skirt was thin and delicate. I let my fingers skim just beneath the hem, teasing him, watching the way his breathing grew uneven, the way his body tensed and arched backwards into me, despite himself.

"Minho.." His voice was barely above a whisper, shaky and breathless, but it was enough to send a wave of heat through me. I tightened my grip on his throat again, not enough to hurt, just enough to remind him he was mine, that I had him exactly where I wanted him. His pulse fluttered wildly beneath my fingers, a frantic rhythm that matched the little noises slipping past his lips.

Those sounds... God, those sounds, breathy and so utterly helpless. I couldn't get enough of them. He gasped when my hand moved lower, sliding up his thigh, beneath his skirt, my touch firm, and unyielding. His body jolted slightly, a stifled moan escaping him as my fingers pressed against his bare skin.

"Is this what you were running from?" I murmured against his neck, my lips grazing his skin as I spoke. "Or is it what you were running toward?" He didn't answer.

He couldn't seem to form words. I felt his body shiver against mine as my hand wandered further. His chest rose and fell rapidly, each breath more laboured than the last. When I shifted my grip on his throat, he let out the softest, most broken little moan I'd ever heard.

"You like this, don't you?" I whispered, my voice low, almost cruel as I tightened my hold, feeling his pulse pounding faster, his body trembling beneath my hands. "You like being caught. Being mine."

Jisung didn't respond, but he didn't have to. Every shaky exhale, every desperate noise that fell from his lips told me everything I needed to know. Good god, I wanted him. I wanted all of him, completely, utterly undone in my arms, no more teasing, no more games, just him, weak and breathless, giving me everything.

It was at this moment I knew I knew I would never be able to let him go. Two tortured souls. Both equally as messed up. The same, but different. I don't know how or when this happened, but I realised I am completely infatuated with him.

This has never happened before, but all I know is that i'd do anything for him. I will make him mine. I will heal him, rid him of the pain that keeps him up at night. I'll show him what it means to be loved, worshipped, and owned. Once I have my sight set on something, I'm like a dog with a bone. I can't let him leave, so I'll give him every reason to stay.