A legacy stolen, a betrayal hidden in the shadows, and a vengeance that refuses to die.
When his father is murdered, he loses everything his family, his empire, his name. Framed as a killer, he vanishes into the underworld, his heart burning for rev...
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Chapter 38
"Then it’s just you and me"
⋆. 𐙚 ˚
I'M BACKKKKKK
Mingyu’s lips moved with purpose, a slow burn igniting between them as he deepened the kiss.
His hands slid to her waist, firm yet gentle, drawing her closer until their bodies pressed together. Alara’s fingers tangled in his hair, her frustration from earlier melting under the intensity of his touch.
Without breaking the kiss, Mingyu’s strong arms wrapped around her, lifting her effortlessly off the cool bathroom counter.
Alara gasped softly against his lips, her hands instinctively clutching his shoulders for balance.
“Don’t worry,” he murmured against her mouth, his voice a husky whisper. “I’ve got you.”
His steps were steady as he carried her through the softly lit suite, the silk robe she wore brushing against his hands with every movement. Alara glanced up at him, her heart racing as she met his dark, smoldering gaze.
There was something dangerous yet intoxicating in the way he looked at her, as if she was the only thing in the world that mattered.
“Mingyu,” she whispered, her voice catching somewhere between hesitation and surrender.
His hands find their way behind her knees. his big, warm hands push them up to either side of her chest, folding her in half and fully exposing both of her holes.
She have no idea what it is that surges through her body at this point but whatever it is, it has he whimpering, hiding her face in her arms, as Mingyu lets out shallow breaths.
He stares hungrily, with heavy lidded eyes, at the way her pussy clenches around nothing, and tries to burn the image of her pretty, glistening folds and perfectly adorable puckered hole into the back of his mind so he never forgets because god, he loves Alara and god, he loves her every little inch of her body just as much.
He wants to take his time and lap at her cunt, savour the addictive taste of her that he always seems to crave, but he’s so hard, it actually hurts.
He settles instead for a few tender kisses onto her clit that has the sweetest of whines spilling from Alara’s lips before his hands are manoeuvring her legs to hook over his buff arms as he pulls her closer.
He litters light kisses all over her face. first on her right cheek, then on the left, then between her eyebrows to her forehead, down her nose then to her lips and chin.
She can’t help but giggle, though tired, as his lips tickle her skin with every kiss.
Then he’s dripping his spit thickly over her cunt. Her body’s so sensitive that a shiver runs up her spine when his saliva hits her clit and slides between her lips.